Is there any reward for Chapter 63?
The room was dark and Huo Jingchen's eyes were fixed.
"It's very thick, and the smell is a bit pungent. You will feel uncomfortable using it." Huo Jingchen's voice was a little hoarse, and his tone was much gentler than usual.
Xia Mi hesitated. It was true that what was made with current technology was indeed not that thin or light...
Huo Jingchen used the moonlight to see that the person under him was distracted, and remembered what she said about not being ready to be a mother.
He reached out and opened the drawer of the bedside table. "The ones Nancheng brought back look better. Want to try them?"
Their eyes met in the air, and a silent neutral tension lingered between them.
Huo Jingchen's eyes were filled with desire, the calluses on his palms caressed the delicate and smooth waist, and he accelerated with a nasal hum.
"Xia Mi, do you want to go to the imperial capital?" The man's affectionate tone was tinged with an unbearable feeling of being coerced.
Xia Mi answered intermittently, and a tingling sensation spread from her lower body to her nerve endings.
In the early morning, the sea breeze brought a hint of coolness and came in through the window.
The eyelashes of the person lying on the bed trembled slightly. The cold wind blew, and Xia Mi burrowed into the quilt. Then she opened her eyes, revealing a pair of clear eyes.
The madness of last night flooded into my mind.
It was bright outside, and Xia Mi quickly sat up. She felt pain in her waist, so she lifted her skirt and found an obvious bruise on her hip.
Xia Mi put down the corner of her clothes, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, with a feeling of anger flowing through her body.
The perpetrator was no longer at home. There was a note on the table. She picked it up and saw that the food was still warm. "I asked Lin Qianyue to go to the school and ask for half a day off for you. Have a good rest."
Xia Mi put it back on the table. She had been so busy yesterday that she had no appetite and just wanted to lie down and have a good rest.
She went back to bed and lay down. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she fell asleep again. -At noon, Xia Mi was awakened by the smell of food. She opened her eyelids, and there was still a trace of confusion in her eyes.
"Awake." Huo Jingchen pushed open the door and skillfully took her coat from the closet.
When he approached, a familiar fresh breath entered Xia Mi's nostrils. She raised her hand and naturally put it into her sleeves.
"What time is it?"
When Xia Mi spoke, her voice was muffled and her throat was dry and sore.
"It's 12:10. Can you go to school this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you? I'm going over for an inspection."
Xia Mi nodded, "Yes, we have to go, and we have to ride the bike back."
"Then you wait for me at home, and come out when you hear the horn." Huo Jingchen walked out and looked at the honey water on the table, "Drink some water to moisten your throat."
Xia Mi held the cup, and the moment her hand touched the wall of the cup, a warmth went straight from her palm to her heart.
She took a sip of honey water and asked, "Did you bring it back from South City?"
Xia Mi remembered that there was no honey at home.
"Yes, I asked someone to get it for me." Huo Jingchen sat down and put the bowl in front of her. "I heard it's for beauty products. If you like it, I'll bring back more next time I go out."
After Xia Mi drank it, her dry throat was moistened and the effect was immediate.
Then, he dropped a bombshell: "We'll sleep in separate beds tonight."
Huo Jingchen was stunned when he picked up the meat, then he put the chicken leg into Xia Mi's bowl, "Sleeping in separate beds right after getting married, people will gossip if they know."
"How can there be so many viewers in life? As long as you don't say it and I don't say it, who would know such a private thing?"
Xia Mi took a bite of the chicken leg.
"Am I old enough to keep things to myself?" Huo Jingchen sighed and acted like a drama queen. "Forget it. Who asked me to love my wife?"
As Xia Mi was eating, she suddenly felt that the chicken leg in her hand was not fragrant anymore.
"Don't act innocent. Don't you know why we sleep in separate beds?" Xia Mi looked resentful. She realized something was wrong and said, "Is the cafeteria stewing chicken soup today?"
With so many people in the army, isn’t chicken soup a bit too luxurious?
"I went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy it and asked the canteen to help stew it. You are too thin, so I want to nourish you."
Xia Mi drank the chicken soup, and her strength gradually recovered. After a bowl of warm chicken soup, she felt much better.
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In the afternoon, Shi Daqiang drove the car, and Deputy Head Chen was sitting in the passenger seat.
For convenience, Huo Jingchen and Xia Mi sat in the back seat of the car.
The car was completely silent, with only the sound of the bumps and jolts being heard.
"parking!"
Suddenly, Deputy Captain Chen gave an order and saw someone standing on a reef in the distance. The back was lonely, and he raised his hand excitedly and recited poetry with lipstick.
Unfortunately, we were too far away and couldn’t hear what was being said.
Deputy Captain Chen hurriedly got out of the car, and Huo Jingchen opened the door and followed him out.
"What are you doing?" Deputy Captain Chen called out loudly.
The voice on the reef heard the call, turned around, and it was Shen Zhihui.
Xia Mi frowned. Why was it him?
Shen Zhihui also saw Xia Mi's figure, and Deputy Captain Chen kept calling him to go up, so he jumped off the reef and ran over quickly.
Only when the people came closer did Deputy Captain Chen recognize Shen Zhihui.
"Shen Zhihui, what are you talking about? Why are you running to the reef and mumbling to yourself?"
Deputy Head Chen obviously didn't understand his behavior just now.
Shen Zhihui was rarely happy, laughing heartily, "Reporting to Deputy Head Chen, I was just reciting a poem, not mumbling nonsense."
Ever since he received the news from home, he has been unable to contain his excitement these days.
Only when facing the sea alone can he have the freedom to speak his mind.
"What are you carrying?"
"Have you ever heard of Li Bai's "Song of the Wine"?" Shen Zhihui was excited and took the initiative to chat with Deputy Director Chen, "Deputy Director Chen, do you know which lines in this poem I like the most?"
Without waiting for an answer, he started to mutter to himself like a madman, "I was born with talents that will be useful, and even if I lose all my money, I will get it back."
Deputy Head Chen frowned and said, "Alright, alright, I haven't learned it and I don't like it. You should go back now. You are so devoted and you are not afraid of falling. Don't do this again in the future!"
Shen Zhihui's enthusiasm was dampened by someone's anger. There was a moment of disappointment in his eyes, and then the flame of hope was ignited again.
"Teacher Xia, you teach Chinese, so you must know the meaning of these two lines of poetry, right?"
Xia Mi didn't expect that she had something to do here.
"Do you know each other?"
Huo Jingchen's inquiring gaze fell on Xia Mi. Although his tone was normal, the people present could feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"Not really, I've met him once." Xia Mi automatically ignored Shen Zhihui's question and answered Huo Jingchen.
Shen Zhihui didn't get an answer and was disappointed again.
Deputy Head Chen was worried about Shen Zhihui, "Forget it, don't go back. We'll be there later, so get in the car."
Shen Zhihui didn't hesitate to open the car door and got in.
Xia Mi was about to get in the car, and Huo Jingchen got in first and sat in the middle, separating Xia Mi and Shen Zhihui.
"Teacher Xia, don't you know the meaning of those two lines of poetry?"
When Xia Mi heard this, it sounded less like a rhetorical question and more like an interrogation.
There is a kind of situation where you don’t even know these two lines of poetry, but you can still question the teacher.
"Will there be any reward if she tells it out?" Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark, with a sharp edge in them.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Shen Zhihui frowned, his face flushed, and he felt a little helpless and embarrassed by Huo Jingchen's irrelevant words.
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