Chapter 74 Qingyun soon couldn't hold any more.
Tears welled up in his mouth, burning his heart and causing it to tremble slightly.
Guilt seemed to overwhelm him, and he let her pull at his clothes, apologizing repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Peipei."
His wife is always strong and decisive in public. He has only seen her cry twice so far, and both times it was because of him.
She, who had never thought about having children before, now took the initiative to propose having a child with him, because she was afraid that he would abandon her and wanted to have another person in the family to keep him there.
Little did she know that she had become his biggest burden.
In the early hours of this morning, the moment the engine failed, his first thought was what would happen to his Peipei if he died.
Her husband passed away in the second year of her marriage. How could she remarry into a better family?
His letter home was written in a lighthearted manner, but when faced with a life-or-death situation, he realized that he was far less magnanimous than he had imagined.
He didn't want to give such a good wife to some unrelated man, even if that man could give her the happiness and peace of an ordinary person, allowing her to live a carefree life.
But the thought of her leaning on another man's arms overwhelmed him with jealousy, making it hard for him to breathe.
He couldn't bear to hand her over to someone else; his wife should be his responsibility.
He used to think that death was inevitable, and that sacrificing oneself for the country was a soldier's glorious mission.
But today, he had never been so afraid of death as he was this time.
What he feared was not death itself, but how sad Jiang Mingxue would be after he died.
He was afraid of hurting her, afraid of leaving her alone, afraid of her marrying someone else, afraid of her truly forgetting him.
So he used all his knowledge to restart the engine twice in just a few dozen seconds, controlling the angle of attack and speed, and barely managed to bring the fighter jet back to braking just before landing.
Never before had his will to survive been so strong.
Now he finally understands why his mother was unwilling to have a second child.
Jiang Mingxue is not only his burden, but also his belief in living.
He closed his eyes, kissed her hair, and solemnly promised her:
"Even without children, I will come back alive for you."
"You believe me, okay?"
However, Jiang Mingxue was already so dizzy from crying that she couldn't hear anything he was saying. She felt that he was just trying to coax her and refused to believe it.
After struggling for a long time, she finally managed to unbutton his shirt. She reached inside and groped around in front of him.
She kissed his Adam's apple, and hot tears fell one by one onto his chest, burning his heart like lava.
The sound of her soft sobbing filled the room as she kept repeating, "Rong Chengzhou, let's have a child, okay?"
The stylist sprayed her with perfume today, a fresh rose-scented fragrance. Rong Chengzhou didn't want to do those things while she was upset; he wanted to comfort her first before engaging in marital relations.
Jiang Mingxue, however, was like a stubborn child, relentlessly lingering on him. Even though she was so eager and irrational, she still managed to ignite the desire within Rong Chengzhou.
He had restrained himself for a long time, but he still couldn't resist her teasing.
His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily as she kissed him, and he sighed silently, ultimately giving in to her advances.
Before they had even had a chance to shower, he bent down, picked her up, and carried her to the bathroom.
The warm water from the showerhead quickly soaked their clothes.
His shirt was already mostly unbuttoned, and he took off his soaking wet military uniform and hung it on a hanger.
Jiang Mingxue, dressed in a thin champagne-colored evening gown, stood in the middle of the flowing water, getting completely soaked.
The off-the-shoulder dress revealed smooth, fair shoulders and defined collarbones, glistening with water droplets. The silk fabric, soaked with water, became translucent, clinging tightly to the body and clearly outlining every curve.
The warm hue of her skin was faintly visible, and the wet dress wrapped around her was alluring, like a thin veil dampened by dew.
Jiang Mingxue was wearing high heels, and the top of her head could barely reach his shoulder.
He didn't rush to take off her clothes, but instead gently stroked every inch of her body through the barely visible fabric.
The touch of my fingertips sent shivers down my spine, more sensitive than any naked, dry touch.
In the somewhat cramped bathroom, only the ambiguous sound of flowing water and their increasingly heavy breathing could be heard.
Her elaborate updo went from fluffy to damp, and warm water trickled down the fabric, sliding down her fair calves to her slender ankles. Her high heels clicked on the slippery tiles, and Jiang Mingxue clung to his shoulders, her limbs dangling precariously. Every movement she made was shrouded in an unconscious allure.
Steam filled the bathroom. Jiang Mingxue frowned slightly, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed with an alluring blush. She was tormented by his unhurried pace, feeling restless and agitated.
Her soft voice, still slightly choked with sobs from recent crying, said, "Rong Chengzhou..."
The man hummed in agreement, but did not comply. His jawline was taut, and the veins on his forehead were bulging with restraint.
Having not seen each other for more than half a month, he wanted to give her body a little more time to adjust.
The sound of flowing water continued for an unknown amount of time before Rong Chengzhou, urged by Jiang Mingxue, finally lifted her soaked skirt. He reached around to her front and gently smoothed the layers of folds in her evening gown, while his other hand gripped her slender waist.
A soft moan escaped her lips, her slender fingers weakly gripping the tiled wall, her delicate brows furrowing in pain.
But she bit her lower lip tightly and remained silent.
Rong Chengzhou already knew her body inside and out. He stepped back slightly, moved his fingers up from her chest to her lips, and his deep voice was unusually hoarse:
"Peipei, bite me."
Jiang Mingxue shook her head.
She couldn't bear to bite it.
Rong Chengzhou had no choice but to slow down his movements and let her adapt little by little. Midway through, Jiang Mingxue's limbs became weak and she could not stand steadily, so Rong Chengzhou carried her to the washbasin.
The sweltering breaths and rising steam mingled, casting a thin mist over the mirror. A slender heel hung precariously from the beautifully curved instep, directly against the bathroom wall.
The first night after each separation is the moment when they love each other the most, and they pour all the longing they have felt over the past few days into each other's bodies.
A misty vapor drifted over the corners of her eyes, and the girl's lips parted slightly as two tears once again uncontrollably streamed down her reddened eyes.
Even though I was in the bathroom, my body felt as dry as if it had lost its moisture.
The man's warm breath fell on the nape of her neck, and water droplets dripped down her hair and onto the back of her hand that was resting on the marble countertop. The shadows of the two of them were blurred into a hot, indistinct mass in the mirror.
......
Rong Chengzhou knew that Jiang Mingxue had to go to work the next day, so he restrained himself and only did it once.
Two hours later, he lowered his head deeply, burying it in the crook of her neck, his steady breathing becoming slightly heavier.
Jiang Mingxue leaned her head back against the mirror, her clear eyes slightly glazed over, and she was still breathing heavily.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and waited quietly, but even after Rong Chengzhou withdrew, she did not feel the warmth she had imagined flowing into her.
Sensing something was wrong, she frowned slightly and looked down, only to find that Rong Chengzhou had put on a condom at some point.
Thin and transparent, it fit him perfectly, conforming seamlessly to his contours. It was the first time she had ever seen a custom-made item in person.
No wonder it's so expensive.
She felt that there was no difference from before, but because she had never experienced barrier-free access, she thought that it was because the custom-made item that Rong Chengzhou bought was too high-end, so she could not feel its presence.
Unexpectedly, Rong Chengzhou did not do as she said at all.
She raised her slightly reddened eyes, somewhat angry: "Rong Chengzhou, do you not want to have children with me?"
There were spares in the bathroom cabinet drawer. Rong Chengzhou had just thrown the plastic trash into the trash can when he heard this and slightly raised the corners of his lips.
He reached out to lift her down, but Jiang Mingxue clung tightly to the sink counter.
He smiled helplessly, then stood still and explained to her, "I haven't had a premarital checkup yet, so I have to take precautions."
His wife was in a state of extreme grief and temporarily lost her senses, but as her husband, he could not fail to be responsible for her safety.
Even though the annual physical examination for pilots is much more rigorous than the premarital examination, the two tests have different focuses. The pilot's physical examination hardly involves the core items of the premarital examination.
Jiang Mingxue's expression softened slightly, but her attitude remained firm: "Then you should go for a premarital checkup tomorrow, and we'll have the baby once the results come out."
Rong Chengzhou chuckled and said, "No rush."
He reached out and gently stroked her head, his voice softening: "I still have a month's leave, we'll have a child sooner or later. It's not too late to consider having a child after we have our wedding and our base is settled."
If she hastily gives birth, he won't have time to take care of her while he's in the military, and given her busy work schedule, it will be very difficult for him.
Jiang Mingxue wouldn't listen, clinging to the sink like a koala and refusing to be hugged. The straps of her expensive evening gown had slipped loosely and were already wrinkled beyond recognition.
She said, "We still need to try to conceive, how can one month be enough?"
Rong Chengzhou continued to patiently coax her: "Others may need a year or two, but we won't need that long."
Jiang Mingxue was momentarily speechless for a moment, but quickly retorted, "Where do you get your confidence? High-altitude radiation kills sperm, and it might take even longer to conceive a child with you."
To provoke him, she even used his previous words to refute him. Rong Chengzhou stared at her silently for two seconds, then suddenly curled his lips into a smile, amused by her own anger.
This is a genuine personal attack, even to his face, and it's worse than when she questioned his impotence.
"Mrs. Rong, do you know that these words are a clear provocation to a normal man?"
Jiang Mingxue knew she had gone too far, but she still stubbornly raised her chin slightly, knowing she was wrong but not changing her mind: "So what?"
Rong Chengzhou's lips curved into a deeper smile, refusing to be swayed by her provocation.
He slowly raised a hand, his warm palm gently covering her lower abdomen, his deep, cold voice carrying a profound meaning: "Peipei, don't rush. This place will soon be too small."
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
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