After that, there was nothing new on the intercom, just the sounds of dissecting sea monsters and returning troops. Qiao Xuejun listened until she fell asleep.
Zhao Xian came back, took off his clothes in the outer room, and went into the house.
It's late now and the lights have been turned off.
The person on the bed was breathing heavily, sound asleep. He walked over and tried to put Qiao Xuejun's hand, which was hanging on the edge of the bed, back under the quilt. When he held her hand, he realized that she was still holding the intercom.
Zhao Xian gently picked up the walkie-talkie and wanted to put it on the bedside.
He took a look and found that it was still connected, and the channel was from their patrol team.
He looked at the person on the bed, a hint of heartache in his eyes.
Managing the Ministry of Agriculture's affairs at the base is already tiring, and even after get off work and rest, I still have to worry about his affairs.
He put the intercom on the bedside table, covered her with a blanket, and went to the outer room with a basin and a bottle of warm water to wash up.
After washing up and the smell of blood disappeared, he approached the bed and climbed onto it quietly.
He gently held her in his arms and kissed her forehead.
Qiao Xuejun frowned.
Zhao Xian didn't dare to move again.
But Qiao Xuejun hadn't slept well to begin with. When she felt the familiar embrace and breath, she struggled to open her eyes, a little confused: "...are you back?"
Zhao Xian hugged her tightly and comforted her softly: "Well, go to sleep."
Qiao Xuejun: "What time is it?"
Zhao Xian: "11 o'clock."
Qiao Xuejun: "Oh..."
Her voice gradually became quieter, and she seemed to be falling asleep again, but suddenly she opened her eyes wide, as if she was awake: "No, when I heard you guys were still biubiubiu, it was already 11 o'clock. You lied to me."
Zhao Xian was helpless: "It's half past one. Go to sleep."
1:30?
They were returning at 11 o'clock, so they should have arrived at the base by 12 o'clock.
"What else did you do after you came back? Did you go and take inventory of the warehouse?"
Seeing how quickly her mind raced, Zhao Xian could only admit, "I just got back and couldn't sleep, so I looked at everything I brought back to the warehouse from the White Shark."
Qiao Xuejun woke up now. She sat up and turned on a small table lamp on the bedside, adding more light.
She looked at Zhao Xian again: "Are you hurt?"
Zhao Xian naturally answered: "No."
Qiao Xuejun didn't believe it and reached out to tug at his clothes. It was summer now, and the pajamas were just shirts. Just tug at the buttons.
Zhao Xian held her hand and said honestly: "It's just a minor injury, it's okay."
After hearing his admission, Qiao Xuejun frowned even deeper: "Where are you hurt? Let me see."
Zhao Xian naturally didn't want to show her, so he just showed her a bruise on his arm: "It's okay, with the potion provided by the Research Department, dealing with those sea monsters is a piece of cake."
What he said was half truth and half lie.
With potions, fighting sea monsters is indeed a piece of cake, but it is also true that potions are limited and it is reluctant to use them.
Looking at the large bruises on his arms, Qiao Xuejun's face turned unhappy. She asked, "How much have your pheromone glands collected? Still not enough?"
Zhao Xian: "Almost there, about 60 to 70 percent."
Qiao Xuejun looked depressed: "Once we have collected all the potions, we will make sure these sea monsters disappear."
She had already planted enough purple flowers, all she needed was the information glands from Zhao Xian.
However, the information gland is more likely to appear in large sea monsters with a high degree of mutation, and small sea monsters rarely have complete information glands.
Therefore, Zhao Xian's task is more difficult.
He's been ambushing sea monster gatherings lately.
Zhao Xian: "I caught another salmon nest today and collected a lot of information glands." He said, and then whispered as if to make a promise, "Don't worry, it will be soon."
Qiao Xuejun's brows were still furrowed. "I'm worried that you're not fast enough?"
Zhao Xian's heart softened, and he pulled her down to lie down. He stretched out his long arm to turn off the lamp, and when he retracted his arm, he hugged her: "I'm careful and not trying to be stubborn. Don't worry."
Qiao Xuejun was dissatisfied: "You didn't even tell the truth about your injuries... Zhao Xian, I know you have a heavy burden. But the First Base isn't just yours. It's fine if you're in charge of the hunting outside, but you also have to take care of the warehouse yourself. Can't you just leave it to them?"
You can get off work at 12 o'clock, but you still insist on working overtime.
Zhao Xian was still the same as at the beginning. He wanted to personally inspect everything, including the warehouse, engineering department, blue oil factory, research laboratory... He was responsible for everything.
He hardly interferes with anything except her Ministry of Agriculture, and personally learns about everything else.
He didn't interfere with her Ministry of Agriculture, only because he was afraid she would nag him, so he held back. But in fact, he often asked about it, and when they were chatting in bed, he would ask about it.
Qiao Xuejun thought about it and couldn't help but feel angry: "Sooner or later, he will die suddenly!"
Zhao Xian just hugged the person, kissed his forehead, then kissed his cheek, without saying anything.
He knew that Qiao Xuejun was worried about him.
Qiao Xuejun lost her temper after being kissed by him. She actually knew that Zhao Xian would not change. This sense of responsibility of "taking full responsibility" was something ingrained in him.
If he doesn't control the information, he will lose his sense of control and security and become uneasy.
But every time she pondered these things, she couldn't help but want to talk about him. She felt a little reluctant to worry about it all the time because it would be very stressful.
Zhao Xian knew what she meant and was moved. He grabbed her hand and guided her to touch several parts of his body. "These are the injuries, but they are all minor. I'm telling you the truth now and I'm not hiding anything from you."
Qiao Xuejun touched his wounds one by one and said firmly, "Sooner or later, we will kill those things."
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