Zhou Yanjing's voice was low and a little hoarse, as if all his fatigue had disappeared at this moment. He hugged Shen Liwu tightly, his palms gently rubbing her back, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.
The warm scarf wrapped around his neck, carrying a unique scent, was like a silent guardian, dispelling the chill of early autumn.
Shen Liwu put her face against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, her ears felt slightly hot. Her fingers unconsciously tugged at the corner of his clothes, her voice as light as a feather, "If you like it, then go ahead."
Zhou Yanjing lowered his head slightly, rubbed his chin against the top of her hair, and a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his lips, "How can I not like it? This is the first scarf you knitted for me."
Shen Liwu raised her head from his arms, her eyes twinkling with stars, "If you like, I'll knit something else for you in the future. Gloves, hats, anything is fine."
Zhou Yanjing raised his hand and gently scratched the tip of her nose, his eyes full of doting, "No, I can't bear to see you get tired. Besides--"
He paused, and deliberately lowered his voice, "I'm still waiting for your 'help' tonight."
Shen Liwu's face instantly turned red, and she patted him coquettishly, "Don't get carried away!"
Zhou Yanjing laughed heartily, his laughter was hearty and carried a bit of the unbridled carelessness of a young man. He held her hand, interlocking their fingers, "Hey."
Letting go of Shen Liwu, he looked at the scarf carefully and found that there was another word on it. He looked carefully for a long time but couldn't recognize it.
"What kind of word is this? It's so ugly."
Shen Liwu's face flushed red all of a sudden, and she reached out to grab the scarf, "Give it back to me!"
Zhou Yanjing dodged quickly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled mischievously, "You gave it to me and you want to take it back?"
"Who told you to say that my knitting is ugly!" Shen Li stared at him angrily, her cheeks seemed to be stained with a layer of sunset glow.
Zhou Yanjing smiled and shook his head, then lowered his head again to carefully look at the crooked 㱕 character. It took him a long time to recognize it.
"Is it the character 京? It's quite ugly, I almost couldn't recognize it."
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Shen Liwu's face, mixed with a hint of pride. She curled her lips and pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "Huh, do you think it's that easy to see? This is specially designed by me. It's unique!"
She would never admit that she was the one who showed off her ugliness.
Zhou Yanjing looked at her arrogant look and couldn't help laughing. He wrapped the scarf back around his neck and took a deliberately exaggerated deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale all the smell of the scarf into his lungs.
"Of course you have to cherish something that is unique. It may be a little ugly, but I really like it."
The corners of Shen Liwu's mouth slightly raised, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.
That afternoon, Zhou Yanjing went to the army wearing a scarf. Bai Jingnan saw him coming with the scarf and he took a look at the vest on his body.
Bai Jingnan's eyes widened with sweat on his head. He quickly walked over and patted Zhou Yanjing on the shoulder, "Brother Jing, are you okay? It's so hot today that you can fry eggs. Why are you still wearing a scarf? Aren't you afraid of getting prickly heat?"
Zhou Yanjing raised his eyebrows, and gently stroked the edge of the scarf with his slender fingers, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "What do you know? This is knitted for me by your sister-in-law. Is it hot? Why do I feel a little cold?"
Bai Jingnan rolled his eyes and fanned himself with his hands. The sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks. "Cold? Do you have a fever? It feels like it's going to rain today. You're wearing a scarf when it's so hot and stuffy."
Zhou Yanjing looked at the sky and nodded, "It's going to rain. My wife knitted me a scarf to keep me warm."
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