Chapter 100

"Madam, how are you feeling? Are you okay?" After ending the call, Han Lin was relieved to see that Xu Zhiyan had sat up.

"Fortunately, this..." Xu Zhiyan's eyes fell on the little tiger on the bedside table, and her voice was hesitant. Even though she was sure that this was something she gave to Song Yizhu, she didn't want it to be that anymore.

"This was sent back by someone arranged by the marshal. It was brought back along with the prisoners of war, so it appeared here." Seeing her ask this, Han Lin hurriedly explained. She felt uncomfortable seeing the things that Song Yizhu loved so much being placed here.

"What about her?" The prisoners had all returned, so what about her? Shouldn't she have returned too?

"The Marshal...it's still a military secret. I can't tell you. I'm sorry." Han Lin hesitated for a moment and still refused to answer the question.

"Yeah." Hearing her say that, Xu Zhiyan could only give up, with an unconcealable disappointment in his lowered eyes.

"Do you want to go back to the Xu family or to the military headquarters? I'll arrange someone to take you back." She didn't ask any more questions, and Han Lin breathed a sigh of relief. They couldn't explain Song Yizhu's current situation clearly, so it might as well be said to be a military secret.

"Let's go back to the military headquarters." Xu Zhiyan's eyes fell on the wooden sculpture. The smooth little tiger's head was held high, looking very proud.

"Okay, you rest for a while, I'll make the arrangements." Han Lin also followed her gaze and looked at the wooden sculpture. This little gadget usually stayed in Song Yizhu's hand, but now it was quietly placed on the table.

"Don't worry too much, Marshal is fine." After sending Xu Zhiyan back to his residence, Han Lin whispered to comfort him.

Although he said so, Han Lin was not sure. After two days, he only found scattered mecha parts. It was hard to say what happened to Song Yizhu.

Xu Zhiyan nodded softly and turned to go into the house.

The room was quiet and things were arranged simply, exactly the same as before she left. There was a faint fragrance in the room, the scent of Song Yizhu and her pheromones, very faint and light, and you couldn't smell it at all unless you smelled carefully.

The little tiger that belonged to her was lying quietly on the bedside table, small and a little lonely.

Xu Zhiyan placed the small wooden sculpture in her hand side by side with it. The two small figures, one lying down and the other standing, were close together. The one that had not been caressed looked a little gray, just like her.

She had mocked Song Yizhu before, saying how lonely she would be if she was not around, but it turned out that she was the first to feel the loneliness.

The figure who always sticks to me has disappeared somewhere, and it has been almost two weeks. I had agreed to celebrate her birthday, but it didn't happen. I don't even know when I can make up for it.

Although the room wasn't very big, Xu Zhiyan suddenly felt it was a little empty and even a little cold.

A cool breeze blew across the balcony, bringing a slight chill. Looking up, the sky was gloomy and overcast, as if it would rain at any moment. It was already November, and the weather was always unpredictable, sometimes sunny and windy, sometimes violent and stormy.

She had no way of knowing whether Song Yizhu was safe, let alone when she would be back.

Just like her father said, there are many uncertainties for people in the military.

Fortunately, there was still the scent of Song Yizhu on the bed, although it was only faint. Xu Zhiyan didn't dare to stay any longer, fearing that the last bit of the scent would dissipate because of her presence.

Day after day, Xu Zhiyan still went back and forth between the military headquarters and school.

Zhao Jialin didn't know where to start, and Xu Cheng was even more ashamed to face her. The two old fathers could only watch her get on and off the bus and go to and from get off work every day.

"Do you think our child will be depressed?" Zhao Jialin looked at her back as she left the school, feeling a little worried.

"No." Xu Cheng also looked at Xu Zhiyan's figure and answered quickly, but he was worried in his heart.

"It's been like this for a week, I'm scared." Zhao Jialin stared at her closely, even after getting in the car.

Xu Cheng remained silent. Not only was Zhao Jialin afraid, he felt a little scared too, otherwise he wouldn't have come to check on her every day.

Xu Zhiyan still checked her bracelet every day as usual, but there was still no news from the person she was looking forward to the most. Apart from Lin Wanxi sending her messages from time to time to harass her, there was no other information.

Her susceptible period has arrived, and she didn't expect that the inhibitor Song Yizhu bought for her would actually come in handy.

Xu Zhiyan smiled bitterly and injected an inhibitor into his body. The effect of the drug was not that fast. The small area on the back of his neck was still a little hot. The fragrance of magnolia flowers emanated, but there was no longer the peach wood fragrance entangled with it.

Lying in Song Yizhu's room, the faint smell of peach wood enveloped her, but it did not dispel her impatience. Instead, it made her more greedy for this smell.

Why hasn’t Song Yiyi come back yet? I clearly promised her.

We clearly agreed that I should be careful. Didn’t I promise her that?

Obviously... she prayed for her safety. Isn't that place said to be very effective?

It’s a lie, all of them are lies. The temple is a lie, and Song Yiyi is also a lie.

Song Yiyi is a big liar.

Although he blamed her, Xu Zhiyan couldn't contain his longing for her, and the emotions aroused by his sensitive period became even more unbearable.

I miss her voice, her smile, the way she coaxed me softly, and her pheromones. No matter what, I miss her.

Tears flowed uncontrollably. She was alone in the dark night. There was very little pheromone smell on the bed, and only a faint fragrance from the wide-open wardrobe.

My heart felt cold and the chill spread throughout my entire body.

It’s so annoying, so annoying, so annoying. Song Yiyi is such a bitch. I hate her the most.

Even with her head buried in the quilt, Xu Zhiyan did not feel any better. Longing was like a blunt knife, striking her heart again and again, creating a tug-of-war. The endless dull pain even blocked her throat.

She was curled up, occupying only a small space on the big bed.

The inhibitor took effect, and the small area on the back of the neck was no longer active, but it still emitted pheromones unwillingly, denouncing the owner's cruelty.

She clearly has the pheromone scent of an Alpha, so why not mark her? Why put so much pressure on her tiny gland?

While taking the inhibitor, it has to run to the Alpha's side. The pheromone, which is better than nothing, is really useless. It just makes it want to get involved with it. How can it resist the drug's effects?

The area at the back of his neck twitched unwillingly twice, but eventually fell silent.