Zhou Yanjing walked back to the office from the training ground covered in sweat. His military uniform was soaked with sweat and stuck to his back, outlining his solid outline.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead. Bai Jingnan followed behind him and he sighed:

"Brother Jing, are you still going back to the family compound so late?"

"Return."

Thinking of his family, Zhou Yanjing's lips curled up unconsciously and his eyes softened.

"I have to go back. Someone is waiting for me at home."

Bai Jingnan raised his eyebrows and said teasingly, "Oh my, there's someone waiting for me at home, why are you being so cheesy!"

"You don't understand." Zhou Yanjing turned around and looked at Bai Jingnan, "Xiaobai, your family hasn't sent you letters asking you to go on blind dates?"

He and Bai Jingnan are from the same province, but their situations are different. Bai Jingnan's family owns a mine, and his parents are afraid that he might get into an accident, so they urge him to get married and have children.

But he just doesn't want to get married. Bai Jingnan is only one year younger than him, and they have been together for a generation, and he has always liked to follow him around.

Bai Jingnan got a headache when he mentioned this, "Brother Jing, can you give me some advice on how to avoid being forced to get married?"

Suddenly, an idea struck him. "I got it. Brother Jing, you and your sister-in-law should give me a child as soon as possible. What's yours is mine anyway. Let him go home and inherit the inheritance."

When Zhou Yanjing heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he raised his hand to knock on Bai Jingnan's head, "What's wrong with your brain, kid? How dare you say such a thing? Why don't you say that my wife is your wife? What's returned to me is yours. If you want a baby, make one yourself."

Bai Jingnan covered his head and grinned, "Brother Jing, I'm just anxious! You don't know, my mother nags about it every day, and her ears are almost callused."

Zhou Yanjing shook his head helplessly, "Don't mess around. Marriage is a big deal, you have to find the right one, you can't just mess around."

"Come on, this is how your life is going to be. You don't even know whether you're going to die or not! Stop causing trouble for others."

Zhou Yanjing was stunned. He had the same idea before, but he had changed it.

"It's just not time yet. You'll change your mind later."

After saying this, Zhou Yanjing changed direction and went back to the family compound. I don’t know if she was asleep at this time.

It was a dark night, and the lights in the family compound were scattered, illuminating the quiet path.

Zhou Yanjing's footsteps were brisk, and his rubber shoes made slight sounds on the ground, accompanied by his slightly rapid breathing.

The figure of Shen Liwu appeared in his mind, and when he thought of her warm smile, his heart seemed to be wrapped in a warm current.

When I opened the door, there was only a dim table lamp on in the living room, casting a faint light on the sofa.

Shen Liwu sat there, holding a book in his hands, his brows slightly furrowed, his expression focused. Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands hanging beside her cheeks, making her look particularly soft.

When she heard the door open, she looked up, and the moment she saw Zhou Yanjing, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Are you back?" She put down the book, stood up, and walked towards him with light steps.

"Yeah." Zhou Yanjing approached her, stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the hair on her cheek, his voice low and gentle, "Why haven't you slept yet?"