As the Empire’s “once-in-a-century” Offensive Guide, everyone knew of Xu Xunyue.
He had once led his squad out of a cataclysm zone completely unscathed and established himself in the Imperial Capital through his own power. However, his legs were crippled during an off-site mission. Afterwards, he resigned from his post to live in seclusion, his personality becoming moody and unpredictable.
Feeling deeply guilty, the Emperor pushed a marriage contract on him as compensation.
And the other party to this marriage? None other than this year’s newly selected Chief Sentinel.
On their wedding night, Xu Xunyue, having finished washing up, was sitting in his wheelchair reading a book, wrapped in a thick robe.
The young Sentinel, arriving late, pushed open the door. His face was expressionless, his gaze as sharp as a knife, but within two seconds, he was thrown into a bonding heat.
Xu Xunyue had only intended to pull the man over to get a better look at him, but Zhu Hui’s legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to his knees.
And so, the current Chief Sentinel was pulled onto the lap of the former Chief Guide in his wheelchair.
To his surprise, even in his confused state, the man was careful not to put any weight on Xu Xunyue’s legs.
The distinct scent of a Sentinel wafted through the air. Watching Zhu Hui’s deeply flushed face, Xu Xunyue’s lips curled into an unreadable smile.
Then, he pinched the other’s chin, pulled him down, and gave the dizzy young Sentinel a slow, deep kiss.
Zhu Hui was the most outstanding student at the Sentinel Academy. He qualified to join the military at seventeen, became the Chief Sentinel at twenty, and was hailed as the “Dagger of the Empire”—a true rising star.
News of the marriage contract spread like wildfire, and though rumors were rampant, he paid them no mind.
But three months later, at the edge of a chaotic, undeveloped zone, an officer happened to overhear his conversation with someone on the comms. His voice was uncharacteristically light and gentle.
“I’ve already handled things here. I’ll be home tonight.”
“No, I’m not rushing. This is just my normal speed. I’ll be home tonight.”
“You don’t have to wait up for me… but it’s okay if you do. Just make sure to dress warmly so you don’t catch a cold.”
The officer: “?”
Is this my colleague, the one who’s basically a human weapon?
Is this the so-called “plastic couple” everyone’s talking about online?
