The tense pressure at the front line completely disappeared at this moment, and Ji Yuan had a rare good sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, Ji Yuan subconsciously raised his hand and glanced at the wartime communication equipment.
After seeing that the soldiers responsible for edge guard said "no abnormalities were found", he felt relieved.
The nose was filled with a faint and elegant fragrance. Ji Yuan lowered his eyes and used his gaze to depict the outline of the person in his arms inch by inch with longing.
He carefully moved his arms, adjusted his posture, and took the little girl into his arms.
After making sure that the little girl was not woken up by him, he leaned over slightly and tucked the quilt together for her.
After doing all this, Ji Yuan leaned against the head of the bed, looking through the various combat parameters on the communication equipment with one hand, and resting the other hand on the girl's back, patting her gently from time to time.
The shallow and long breathing sounds and the man's deliberately suppressed low breathing sounds intertwined together, like the most beautiful symphony in the world, playing a piece of soul harmony.
After a while, the girl in his arms suddenly turned over.
Her head rested on Jiyuan's arm, and her warm breath gently sprayed on the man's exposed skin.
Ji Yuan lowered his eyes and silently looked at the girl's peaceful sleeping face.
He often feels that he is lucky, having a very high social status, good ability, and being able to meet the right person at the right time.
All of this made him feel extremely satisfied.
Ji Yuan had a smile on his face. He stretched out his finger and quietly hooked a strand of hair on Feng Qingyue's face.
The golden hair is like the finest silk, with a delicate and silky touch.
He smiled contentedly, his eyes filled with tiny fragments of light and shadow.
Just as he was still admiring his little girl's beautiful face, the little girl woke up.
The little girl who just woke up was still a little dazed, with a pair of beautiful eyes filled with shimmering watery light, like the best peach blossom wine in spring. Just one sip was enough to make people linger in the rich fragrance.
Feng Qingyue yawned lazily, stretched out her hand from under the quilt, and waved it casually in the air.
Ji Yuan saw the right moment and quickly grabbed the two small claws waving in the air. He gently squeezed Feng Qingyue's palm and said softly:
"Are you awake? Are you hungry? If you are, I'll have someone send over a wartime meal."
Feng Qingyue raised her eyes and met the eyes of a certain marshal, which were gentle enough to drown people.
She smiled and leaned against Ji Yuan's solid chest naturally: "I'm not hungry. Wartime meals don't sound very good..."
Ji Yuan chuckled, adjusted his posture, and then put his arm around the girl's waist, holding her tighter. "You're jumping to conclusions before you even understand the situation. Isn't that a bit too arbitrary?"
Feng Qingyue curled the corners of her mouth, raised her hand, and drew a circle in the air with a blue line of mental energy.
In the middle of the circle, there is the scene of the battleship restaurant.
The soldiers who had finished their patrol mission sat together in groups of three or four. In front of them were identical plates containing a large piece of exotic beast meat patty and several bottles of nutrient solution.
Thanks to the Federation's current high-tech inspection methods, every soldier will undergo a full-body inspection on a machine at the restaurant entrance before receiving his or her food.
The machine will compare their physical data with the healthy value range, and provide each soldier with a personalized nutritional "meal".
Feng Qingyue pointed at the colorful nutrient solutions on the screen and asked, "Can these things be delicious?"
Ji Yuan laughed and shook his head fondly, his tone as gentle as ever: "I understand. Wartime is a special situation. The physical condition of the soldiers is the most important. In comparison, taste and the like are not that important."
As he spoke, he pulled out a fresh beast meat pie from his spiritual space as if by magic: "The chef on the warship specially made it this morning. Want to try it?"
Looking at the big meat pie with tempting color and greasy surface, Feng Qingyue had to admit that she was a little tempted.
Seeing the clear word "greed" in the little girl's eyes, Ji Yuan chuckled.
He slowly cut the meat pie into small pieces, picked it up with a small fork, and handed it to Feng Qingyue's mouth.
Thinking about his little girl's habits, he considerately turned on the holographic camera in the room and found an interstellar movie for the little girl.
With someone to serve her, Feng Qingyue was happy and relaxed.
She nestled in Jiyuan's arms, eating meat patties and watching a movie.
Perhaps they needed to rest up, or perhaps they sensed a hint of danger. In short, on this day, the insects in the outer star field were very well-behaved and did not show the slightest intention of attacking.
There was no work that required Ji Yuan to personally go to the scene to direct, so Ji Yuan was too lazy to go out again.
The two of them simply snuggled up in one bed, enjoying the rare tender time.
Ji Yuan's big hand stroked Feng Qingyue's head from time to time. He lowered his head from time to time and told the girl what had happened on the front line during this period.
Feng Qingyue leaned quietly on Jiyuan's chest, listening to him talk about the joys and sorrows on the battlefield.
As he was speaking, Jiyuan's voice suddenly stopped.
The sudden intense pain in his head froze him for a moment.
The pain was so intense that Ji Yuan's breathing became heavy involuntarily.
Sensing something was wrong with him, Feng Qingyue propped herself up and looked at him with some worry.
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