They slowly moved towards the courtyard gate.
Moonlight streamed through the windows on both sides, spilling onto the ground. Su Miaoyan leaned against the inner door, the soft moonlight seemingly coating her entire body with a layer of silver light.
Her mind was racing.
Logically speaking, there shouldn't be thieves in the military region.
Could it be... a spy?
But this shouldn't be the case.
Why would a spy come here instead of going to a research institute?
She has no research achievements, and apart from Wang Guifen, she hasn't offended anyone else.
Su Miaoyan was utterly puzzled.
But she remained very vigilant, leaning against the inside of the door. At that moment, the surroundings were quiet, as if only her breathing could be heard.
The sound of footsteps grew louder and louder as they approached, making Su Miaoyan hold her breath. She didn't dare to make a sound as she listened to the footsteps stop just a door away from her.
She raised the kitchen knife in her hand, gritted her teeth, and assumed a fighting stance.
If the person who comes is an enemy agent, she will find a chance to escape, and before the other party can react, she will run to a corner and hide in the space.
But if it's not an enemy agent... then who could it be?
Her courtyard gate was locked; this person must have climbed over the wall to get in.
Su Miaoyan was certain that this person had ulterior motives. Just as the door creaked open, Su Miaoyan closed her eyes and swung the kitchen knife in her hand.
"Whoosh—"
As soon as Lu Ting pushed open the courtyard gate, he saw a kitchen knife coming towards him and instinctively dodged to the side, grabbing his wrist that was hanging above his head with his large hand.
He frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "It's me."
The familiar voice reached her ears, and Su Miaoyan was completely stunned.
Lu, Lu Ting is back?
The kitchen knife fell to the ground with a "bang," the sound echoing throughout the yard.
Su Miaoyan, dressed in pajamas and slippers with wet hair, stood frozen in place, her almond-shaped eyes glistening as she stared at the tall man in front of her.
A few seconds later, Su Miaoyan came to her senses, "Lu, Lu Ting?"
Lu Ting gave a low "hmm," bent down, and picked up the kitchen knife that had fallen to the ground.
When he bent over, the wrinkles in his military uniform shifted upwards, revealing a small bloodstain on his waist.
Is he... injured?
Su Miaoyan immediately leaned closer, nervously grabbing his sleeve, and whispered, "Lu Ting, are you injured? What happened to your waist..."
Lu Ting paused in his grip on the kitchen knife, then straightened his back slightly and looked down at her.
Her tall figure blocked out all the moonlight, shrouding her in shadow.
The last time we met was the last time.
During this time, she has been busy with her own work.
The two hadn't seen each other for a month or so.
Su Miaoyan's words of concern were on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't say them because... a warm, burning sensation had already landed on her wrist.
Lu Ting didn't speak, but silently placed the kitchen knife on the table.
The aura that rushed towards her carried a very faint smell of blood. Su Miaoyan couldn't help but step back, her small face slightly raised, staring intently at the familiar handsome face in front of her.
She murmured, "Lu, Lu Ting..."
Lu Ting gave a low "hmm," and Su Miaoyan felt a little flustered under his gaze. She felt that even though it had only been a month or so since they last met, the man in front of her was looking at her as if he wanted to devour her.
She continued to back away, but suddenly, something cold pressed against her from behind. Su Miaoyan turned around and found that behind her was a cold wall.
She had nowhere left to retreat.
Lu Ting grabbed her wrist, pulled her in front of him, pressed his palm against her slender back, and whispered in her ear, "Su Miaoyan, I'm back."
The thin, expensive silk nightgown was brought from Chengdu, and she could clearly feel the man's hands caressing her delicate skin.
A slight shiver ran through her, and her heart felt like it was being roasted over a fire.
Su Miaoyan looked up at him and whispered, "It's good that you're back, Lu Ting, about the injury on your waist..."
Lu Ting followed her gaze to his waist and shook his head. "It's nothing, just a minor injury."
His gaze remained fixed on her face, and his hand, which had been on her back, moved slightly down to her slender waist.
Su Miaoyan stiffened slightly upon feeling the man's touch.
Just as she was about to ask what was going on, she was suddenly picked up and carried horizontally. Her pupils widened slightly, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's neck.
"Lu, Lu Ting, what are you doing?"
Lu Ting said softly, "Let me dry your hair."
Water droplets slid down his hair and onto the ground, some dripping from the ends of his hair onto his hands.
The temperature in the Gobi Desert is not high at night.
He was worried she would catch a cold.
Su Miaoyan felt her heart leap into her throat.
Thinking of the letter she wrote to him, her face turned even redder.
Seeing him casually turn on the light, Su Miaoyan lowered her head.
Oh my, how flirtatious it is when you're writing a letter.
When we meet, I'm incredibly timid.
She lay obediently in his arms, her back soft against his.
Lu Ting took a towel from the shelf and carefully and gently wiped away the remaining water droplets for her.
In Su Miaoyan's view, the man's jawline was superior. Perhaps because he had just returned from a mission, the fierceness on his face had not yet subsided, making him look very cold and hard.
But he was using the gentlest force in his hand.
Thinking this, Su Miaoyan felt her heart soften.
Thinking of the things she had asked Xu Wenshu and the three professors for during the day, a sly glint flashed in Su Miaoyan's eyes.
Having not seen each other for so long, I wonder if they still remember their conversation before they left.
Su Miaoyan reached out, turned slightly to the side, and touched the man's cheek.
She stood up and looked him straight in the eye, amidst his astonished gaze.
"Lu Ting, that's enough. Now you can answer my question."
Lu Ting snapped out of his daze, withdrew his hand, and hung the towel back on the rack. "What's the problem?"
Su Miaoyan didn't speak, she just stared at him.
Lu Ting understood almost instantly.
Looking at his stunningly beautiful wife, Lu Ting felt as if a fire was burning in his heart.
So many days, so many days since I left her.
Lu Ting has always been facing his own inner self.
I'm pondering what it truly means to like someone, and what it truly means to love someone.
Perhaps the uncontrollable joy in my chest when I saw that letter said it all.
Lu Ting nervously produced the answer he had prepared for a long time: "Su Miaoyan, I wasn't just comforting you back then. I meant it. I won't get a divorce. I want to protect you for the rest of my life."
Su Miaoyan feigned surprise, "Lu Ting, your feelings for me aren't just about blame..."
Lu Ting interrupted first, "No, there are many more."
A mischievous glint flashed in Su Miaoyan's eyes. She touched his red ears and said sweetly, "Then can you tell me in detail?"
Lu Ting took a deep breath and said seriously, "There is loyalty, there is joy..."
Just as he was about to utter that word, Su Miaoyan reached out and pressed her hand against his lips.
She whispered, "Shh, I know, Lu Ting. The most important thing right now is the injury to your waist."
Before the other party could speak...
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