Chapter 165 Too fierce, he's going to devour me!
Ping An felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and immediately slipped away from the bedside, hiding in the corner, rubbing his bright red ears, looking at Jiang Wanqiu with a wronged expression, just like a little dog that had been bullied terribly.
Jiang Wanqiu was both annoyed and amused. She quickly got out of bed and went to Zhao Wenchang, asking anxiously, "You're awake? Why did you sit up? How's your wound? Does it still hurt?"
"I won't die." Zhao Wenchang waved his hand dismissively. He was still wearing a hospital gown, and although his face was still pale, his eyes were surprisingly bright. "It's just a minor injury. I'll be fine in a couple of days."
He was about to say something, but then he caught sight of Ping An in the corner of his eye. He changed the subject and ordered the boy, "Go, I have meal tickets in my uniform pocket. Go to the canteen and get your mother some breakfast. Make sure it's hot!"
Upon hearing this, Ping An's eyes lit up as if he had received a royal decree. He hurriedly ran over to find his meal ticket, replied "Okay," and dashed out of the ward.
The door was gently closed, and the two of them were left alone in the ward.
Zhao Wenchang, who had just been looking serious, suddenly changed his expression.
His deep eyes seemed to be filled with shattered starlight as he stared straight at Jiang Wanqiu, a roguish smile playing on his lips.
He waved to her, his voice hoarse from recent surgery, yet carrying a deadly, clingy quality.
"come over."
Jiang Wanqiu's heart skipped a beat without warning.
She sat down beside his bed: "What's wrong?"
The man's warm, large hand covered the back of her hand. His palm was covered with calluses from years of holding a gun, and it felt rough to the touch, yet it was incredibly hot. That heat traveled up her skin and burned all the way to her heart.
Zhao Wenchang gently stroked the back of her hand with his calloused thumb, one stroke at a time.
The air in the room seemed to thicken, making it difficult for Jiang Wanqiu to breathe, and her cheeks began to burn. She could clearly smell the faint scent of medicine mixed with his unique, clean masculine aroma emanating from him.
"Why are your hands so cold?" he finally asked.
As he spoke, he enveloped her hand in his palm, their fingers intertwined.
For a moment, Jiang Wanqiu felt that her entire being, inside and out, was being invaded by his domineering yet gentle aura.
With her eyelids slightly lowered, she could see the open collar of his hospital gown and his slightly bobbing Adam's apple.
"You..." She was about to say something when the man suddenly leaned closer.
His warm breath landed on her lips, causing a slight tickle.
“Last night,” he said, looking into her eyes, “I heard you crying.”
"I didn't," Jiang Wanqiu retorted instinctively, but then raised her hand and gently touched the corner of her eye.
What my fingertips touched was a dry, rough surface.
Those are tear stains.
Jiang Wanqiu's cheeks instantly burned, as if someone had caught her out. Embarrassed, she turned her face away and hurriedly changed the subject: "Let's not talk about me now. By the way, will the army send you on such dangerous missions again in the future?"
Zhao Wenchang looked at the woman in front of him and remained silent for a while.
His duty was special, and he couldn't offer the vague comforts a woman would offer. So, with a hint of guilt, he said, "I'm a soldier. Obeying orders to protect my country is my duty. I can't guarantee there won't be any danger in the future..."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanqiu's heart sank.
The man then changed the subject: "But I can assure you that no matter what mission I go on, I, Zhao Wenchang, will definitely come back alive to see you."
"you……"
Before she could process the feelings brought about by this promise, she was pulled away by a strong force.
With a sudden lightness, she fell into the man's warm and firm embrace.
"Let's not talk about things that far ahead. I'm back alive this time, aren't I? Once I'm healed, we'll go and file for marriage." Zhao Wenchang looked at her with a faint smile in his eyes, his voice carrying a hint of roguish laughter, "Then, you'll have to deliver on the reward you promised me."
The ambiguous ending tone made Jiang Wanqiu's face turn red uncontrollably again.
She was both embarrassed and angry, and lightly punched his firm chest with her fist: "You're so indecent! You just came back from the brink of death, and all you're thinking about are these kinds of nonsense!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenchang chuckled softly.
The next second, without saying a word, he grabbed her chin with one hand, lifted it slightly, and used the other hand to hold the back of her head, and kissed her.
"Hmm..."
Jiang Wanqiu's exclamation was completely swallowed up.
This kiss, like him, carried an irresistible domineering and aggressive quality.
His lips were a little dry, and even carried the bloody taste of unhealed wounds, but this very touch was like a spark that instantly ignited the blood in her entire body.
The air in the room seemed to have been sucked out, becoming thin and scalding hot.
Jiang Wanqiu's breathing gradually became erratic, her mind went blank, and she could only passively endure the man's storm-like passion. His tongue pried open her pearly teeth, with a ruthless force that seemed determined to tear her apart and devour her whole, conquering and plundering without leaving any room for retreat.
Her hand unconsciously tightened its grip on his hospital gown.
Just as she was about to suffocate, the man's grip tightened noticeably, and the large hand that was gripping the back of her head began to slowly slide down her back.
"No..." Jiang Wanqiu trembled, suddenly snapping back to reality, and pushed him away with all her might. "You're still injured!"
Zhao Wenchang was pushed back against the headboard, but his eyes remained fixed on her like a wolf locking onto its prey.
His breathing was heavy, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his voice was hoarse: "The injury is on my arm, but it's not a serious injury."
As he spoke, he put his arm around the woman's waist and pulled her into his embrace.
These lewd words made Jiang Wanqiu's cheeks turn so red they almost bled.
"That's not the point!" she glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed. "This is a hospital, and Ping An could be back at any time. What if someone sees us..."
“It’s just dawn, that kid won’t be here anytime soon. The canteen will be open for a while.” Zhao Wenchang, panting, gently kissed the corner of her lips, his voice carrying a hint of coaxing sweetness. “Relax, no one will come.”
He looked at her glistening lips, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his voice lowered even further: "Be good, okay?"
That coaxing voice, thick with nasal congestion, almost made her surrender again.
The man leaned in again, this time with a much gentler kiss, pecking at her lips tenderly before moving down to kiss her long, fair neck.
The warm breath fell on my sensitive skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
Jiang Wanqiu felt weak all over from his kisses, but a thought suddenly popped into her mind: This man is pouncing on his prey like a hungry wolf. If he knew that he would have to be vegetarian for the next few months, I wonder what his reaction would be.
Zhao Wenchang was still concerned about his injuries and was afraid that if things continued like this, things might really escalate into a fight in the hospital room.
He cursed under his breath, stopped what he was doing, buried his burning face in Jiang Wanqiu's neck, and took deep breaths, as if he was desperately suppressing something.
His warm breath sprayed onto her skin, causing Jiang Wanqiu to involuntarily shrink her neck.
Seeing him like this, she hesitated for a moment, then wrapped her arms around his neck before finally making up her mind.
"Zhao Wenchang," Jiang Wanqiu suddenly called his name.
"Hmm?" the man responded in a muffled voice, still burying his face in the crook of her neck, calming his breathing.
Jiang Wanqiu licked her slightly dry lips and mustered her courage:
"I...I'm pregnant."
The breathing in the crook of his neck stopped instantly.
Zhao Wenchang froze completely, like a statue that had been acupunctured, unable to move.
Several seconds passed, but he didn't react at all.
Jiang Wanqiu chuckled at his silly expression. She reached out and gently shook his head: "Hey, did you hear me?"
She leaned close to his ear again, deliberately raising her voice, and announced once more with an undisguised smile and happiness:
I said, I'm pregnant with your baby!
In an instant, it was as if something exploded in Zhao Wenchang's mind.
After a brief, deathly silence came a wave of ecstasy that nearly overwhelmed him.
He suddenly raised his head, and in his deep eyes, shock, ecstasy, disbelief... all sorts of emotions intertwined, almost causing his brain to shut down.
"Really?" His voice trembled, filled with uncertainty. "Wanqiu, say it again... Am I dreaming?"
Jiang Wanqiu nodded heavily, looking at the man with utmost seriousness: "It's true, more real than real gold. You're going to be a father, Zhao Wenchang."
“Father…” Zhao Wenchang murmured, repeating the word over and over.
For a moment, he forgot that he was still a seriously injured person. He straightened up and subconsciously wanted to hold the woman in his arms tighter, and even wanted to lift her up and spin her around a few times.
"hiss--!"
As a result, as soon as the movement began, a piercing pain shot up from his thigh and straight to the top of his head.
Zhao Wenchang froze instantly, and the veins on his forehead bulged out.
He gasped sharply, and the arm holding Jiang Wanqiu went limp.
"Are you crazy! Lie down!" Jiang Wanqiu was startled and quickly helped him back against the headboard. She anxiously and tenderly pulled up his hospital pants. "Did you aggravate the injury on your leg? Let me see!"
"It's nothing, it's nothing..." Zhao Wenchang's lips were trembling from the pain, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
He grabbed Jiang Wanqiu's hand, preventing her from seeing the wound, and instead began to mutter incoherently, "Oh dear, what... what are we going to do? I... I haven't even named our child yet! No, we have to come up with a good name, a catchy one!"
He seemed stunned by the news, completely losing his usual composure, his eyes even looking somewhat blank: "And our room is too small, I'll have to ask my boss for a bigger one, and get a crib for the baby... By the way, is it a boy or a girl? Wanqiu, do you prefer a boy or a girl?"
Before Jiang Wanqiu could answer, he slapped his thigh again, wincing in pain, but his muttering continued: "It's definitely a girl! Yes, it has to be a girl, looking just like you, with big eyes and dimples when she smiles, so pretty!"
He got more and more excited as he talked, chuckling foolishly, his face full of anticipation: "I can't afford to have another brat like him. Ping An alone is enough to give me a headache. He's always climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles if I don't discipline him for three days. If another one comes along, they'll tear the roof off my house!"
Jiang Wanqiu was so amused by his incoherent ramblings that she laughed until tears streamed down her face. She wiped her eyes and reminded him, "Don't just think about us. Shouldn't we tell the family about this?"
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