Military Marriage in the 80s: Baby, I Only Like You

Double Cleansing + Rebirth + Doting on Wife + Medical Skills

In her previous life, Shen Liwu listened to her stepsister's words and developed all sorts of disgust towards Zhou Yanjing, hi...

Chapter 40: Holding You, No Matter How Tired It Is, It's Sweet (2/2)

“Are you too tired today?” Shen Liwu put down his chopsticks and looked at him with concern. She had never seen him like this before. Although he appeared calm on the surface, she always felt that he was hiding something in his heart.

Zhou Yanjing was silent for a moment, put down his chopsticks, and gently covered her hand with his palm. His palms were warm and his fingertips exerted slight force, as if he was absorbing some kind of power.

"I'm just..." He paused, his voice low, "I'm afraid of losing you."

Shen Liwu was startled, and a sour feeling rose in her heart. She held his hand tightly with her backhand and gently stroked the back of his hand with her fingertips, as if it was comforting or a promise.

"I'm here, right? I won't leave you."

He didn't say anything, but looked at her deeply, with complex emotions in his eyes.

After a moment, he slowly spoke: "I will investigate this matter thoroughly. I will not let you fall into danger again."

Shen Liwu nodded, a faint smile on her lips.

"I believe you. But don't be too tired, okay?"

"Yeah." He responded, letting go of her hand and picking up the chopsticks again, "Let's eat. We won't eat if the food gets cold."

The two of them ate dinner, and Shen Liwu went to take a bath and then took medicine to Zhou Yanjing, "Help me wipe it, be gentle, if you hurt me I will bite you."

Shen Liwu sat on the sofa with a white bandage on her ankle, holding a bottle of ointment in her hand and handed it to Zhou Yanjing. There was a hint of mischief in her eyes and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised with a sly smile.

Zhou Yanjing took the ointment, squatted in front of her, and carefully untied the bandage.

His fingers were long and powerful, and his movements were gentle as if he was handling a fragile treasure.

"Bear with it." He reminded in a low voice, with a hint of worry in his voice.

"If you're gentler, I won't have to endure it." Shen Liwu kicked his feet lightly, deliberately making a fierce expression, but his eyes were curved into crescents with a smile.

Zhou Yanjing raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes flashing with a hint of helplessness and doting.

He held her ankle with one hand, and with the other hand he dipped some ointment and gently applied it to the red and swollen area.

The ointment was cold, but his palms were warm, and between the cold and heat, Shen Liwu only felt that the pain in her ankle was gradually dissolved by his gentleness.

"Does it hurt?" he asked in a low voice, massaging her skin lightly with his fingers, using just the right amount of pressure, neither too hard nor too light.

"A little bit." Shen Liwu bit her lower lip, her eyes sparkling.

He nodded slightly and continued to apply medicine to her with concentration. The room was so quiet that only the sound of the two people's gentle breathing could be heard. The sunlight from outside poured in through the window, dyeing the whole room a warm orange.

Shen Liwu's fingers gently played with his hair. He had a simple crew cut, and the short crew cut was tough and textured, like stroking a piece of frosted glass.

Shen Liwu's fingertips slid down along his hairline and gently touched his earlobe. Feeling his slight pause, the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise.

"Does it itch?" she asked in a low voice, with a hint of mischief and tentativeness in her tone.

Zhou Yanjing didn't raise his head, his hands were still steady, and his voice was low and deep: "Focus, don't make trouble."

But she refused to give up, and her fingertips continued to wander behind his ears, as if exploring an unknown territory.

She could feel Zhou Yanjing's breathing became a little rapid, and his shoulders were slightly tense, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.

"I just want to distract myself. My ankle still hurts a little." Her voice was soft, with a hint of coquettishness.

He finally stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and looked at her deeply, with a dark fire hidden in his eyes. His palm was still supporting her ankle, but his fingertips unconsciously tightened a few times.