Zheng Wanqing's eyes felt slightly hot, and the worry and longing for many days turned into a warm current surging in her heart.

Xie Yun noticed her prolonged gaze on him and pursed his cracked lips uncomfortably.

"Wanqing..." The low voice had a hoarse ending.

Zheng Wanqing's heart suddenly softened when she saw him like this.

She was too familiar with the meaning behind every little movement of his: the slightly drooping eyes and the fingers that unconsciously rubbed her waist were all silently asking for comfort.

She chuckled and raised her hand to touch his stubbled chin. Under Xie Yun's expectant gaze, she placed a kiss on his lips like a dragonfly touching the water.

"Yumin..."

Before she finished her words, Xie Yun had already grabbed her waist and turned her around.

It was completely dark outside the window, and there was only a dim wall lamp in the room, casting the shadows of the two people on the curtain embroidered with twined branch patterns.

Xie Yun's kiss became more and more intense, as if he wanted to get back all the tenderness that he had missed in these days.

His palm was clasped on the back of Zheng Wanqing's neck, his fingertips caressing her delicate skin, while the other hand was tightly around her waist, almost rubbing her into his bones and blood.

She tilted her head back slightly, enduring his predatory kiss, her lips and teeth filled with his familiar scent.

Zheng Wanqing's breath became unstable due to his kiss, and her hands unconsciously grasped the front of his military uniform, and the fabric wrinkled in her palm.

"…I missed you." Xie Yun moved away a little, resting his forehead against hers, his voice very low and hoarse.

His breath was hot, brushing against her flushed cheeks, and the emotions surging in his eyes almost drowned her.

Zheng Wanqing looked at his face so close to her and couldn't help but raise her hand to touch his eyebrows.

His eyelashes were very long, casting a small shadow under the light, and there was a faint dark blue under his eyes, showing that he had not had a good rest for a long time.

Her fingertips gently traced his outline, from his brow bone to the bridge of his nose, then to his moist lips, and finally landed on his raw stubble. The slightly itchy touch made her curl the corners of her lips.

"You've lost weight." She said softly, her voice as soft as a pool of spring water.

Xie Yun chuckled, grabbed her finger, put it on his lips and kissed it: "With Madam not here, everything tastes bland."

Zheng Wanqing felt a heat in her ears, and before she could say anything, she was picked up by him.

She let out a low cry and subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, but Xie Yun had already strode towards the bed in the inner room.

His movements seemed hasty, but he was extremely gentle when he put her down, afraid to bump into her in the slightest.

The bed was covered with a soft brocade quilt. Zheng Wanqing was lying in it, with her black hair spread out like clouds.

Xie Yun leaned over her, gazing at her with deep eyes, and gently brushed away a strand of hair on her cheek with his fingertips.

"These days..." His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "Have you missed me?"

Zheng Wanqing raised her hand and stroked his face, her fingertips tracing his tense jawline, and whispered, "I think about you every day."

Xie Yun's breathing paused, then he lowered his head and kissed her.

This kiss was more lingering than before, carrying endless attachment and cherishment.

His palm slid into her hair, and his fingertips gently combed her long hair. His other hand interlocked his fingers with hers, and his knuckles exerted a little force, as if to lock her firmly in his palm.

Zheng Wanqing gently pushed him away, "After all the travel, I need to take a shower first..."

Xie Yun lowered his head and rubbed her ear and smiled softly: "Madam, please accompany me."