Yan Zheng carried her back to bed, and the two lay down. He gently embraced his lover, saying, "Shuyi, sleep with me for a while."
During this period, he didn't get a good night's sleep for a single day.
Shen Shuyi propped herself up and kissed his lips. "Let me see where the injury is."
Yan Zheng returned her kiss, chuckling softly as he nuzzled her neck with his chin.
Shen Shuyi dodged, saying, "Your beard is prickly."
"Really?" Yan Zheng was in a hurry to get back, and didn't bother to tidy his appearance. He deliberately brushed his lips against hers. "Is it that prickly?"
Shen Shuyi covered her mouth and patted his chest with her other hand, "Ugh, you're so annoying."
Yan Zheng was glared at by her, and her charming appearance immediately aroused his desire, making him feel extremely hot all over.
Especially when he saw her moving around and revealing most of her fair shoulder, Yan Zheng deliberately rubbed his chin against her snowy shoulder.
Shen Shuyi quickly dodged; the short, green stubble that had just sprouted was really prickly and itchy.
The man's warm breath still lingered on her neck, his chin pressed against her forehead, as he called out, "Shuyi..."
"Yiyi..."
"Hmm?" Shen Shuyi touched her forehead with her hand and looked up at him.
"Behave yourself, let me take a look at your injury and see if you need to reapply the medicine."
"Okay." Yan Zheng relaxed and lay back on the bed, letting Shen Shuyi take off his clothes.
"Don't worry, I'm really fine. I have to thank you for the bulletproof vest you gave me."
"The doctor said that as long as I don't do strenuous exercise, there shouldn't be any major problems, and the wound has been stitched up."
When Shen Shuyi saw the stitches on his waist and abdomen that looked like a centipede, she felt a pang of heartache. "Such a big wound and you call it nothing?"
"It's a knife wound, not a bullet, so it's nothing serious. I'm not made of clay, you really don't need to worry about this little injury." Yan Zheng's only regret was that he couldn't engage in strenuous exercise...
Shen Shuyi glared at him. "Am I the doctor or are you the doctor?"
Yan Zheng became serious. "I will definitely listen to Dr. Shen."
Shen Shuyi couldn't help but chuckle at his submissive appearance; he really did look like an obedient big dog.
Seeing that the wound hadn't reopened, Shen Shuyi applied some anti-inflammatory and healing-promoting medicine and then dressed the man.
As she buttoned her clothes, the man propped himself up and leaned against her shoulder, whispering, "Yiyi, I'm fine. Tonight... I can..."
He kissed Shen Shuyi's ear, and her breath hitched. She quickly glared at him.
"What's so good about it? The doctor told you you can't do strenuous exercise!"
"I understand..." Yan Zheng held her hand and stroked it, his eyes full of love.
Shen Shuyi glanced at the sky. "Are you hungry? I made some chicken soup. Come out and eat something before you rest."
"I'll tell you something tonight!"
"Okay, whatever you say." Yan Zheng added, "By the way, the political commissar gave me half a month's leave to recuperate."
Shen Shuyi went into the kitchen and brought out the chicken soup. She glanced at the tall, burly man serving the rice and said, "This is a good thing. My project at the research institute has come to an end, so I don't have to keep an eye on it all day. We can all take a break now."
She glared at the man's burning gaze, "Eat your food!"
On the table were stir-fried Chinese sausage and snow peas, blanched bok choy, braised pork belly with kelp, and a pot of fragrant chicken soup, all cooked and kept warm this morning.
The two ate their meal and talked about some things that had happened recently.
After dinner, Yan Zheng was about to wash the dishes when Shen Shuyi told him to leave them, saying, "Don't rush, you'll have plenty to do when you're done."
Shen Shuyi went to the well to wash the dishes, and in the blink of an eye she saw the man run to the kitchen, only to find that he was boiling water.
"How are you going to take a shower when you're injured?"
Yan Zheng sniffed his clothes. "Wash them up. I'm afraid I'll get the bed dirty."
Actually, he was mainly afraid that his wife wouldn't let him sleep in bed with her, but he was too ashamed to say it out loud, after all... he didn't just want to sleep!
Shen Shuyi put down the bowls and chopsticks and came to Yan Zheng's side. "Let me help you."
"Is this...okay?" Yan Zheng frantically suppressed his excitement.
Shen Shuyi went to get a change of clothes. "Of course you can, as long as you don't move around too much."
"I promise I won't move!" Yan Zheng practically swore an oath to the heavens.
Suppressing a laugh, Shen Shuyi added some spiritual spring water to the bathwater and then stood in front of the man to wash his body.
Yan Zheng remained motionless, but in this situation, he could no longer control the rush of blood to his entire body.
The faint fragrance emanating from his beloved wife, and her snow-white arms, made him feel somewhat embarrassed as he wrapped a towel around his waist.
"Ahem, Shuyi, I can do it myself."
Shen Shuyi saw the veins bulging on his forehead, the hidden danger in his eyes, and the large towel wrapped around his neck couldn't hide it at all.
She muttered, "It'll be soon, what's the rush?"
Just as she finished washing, the man pulled her into a tight embrace, kissing her earlobe and neck...
Shen Shuyi nudged him, "Be careful of your wound."
Yan Zheng was ready to go, thinking that if the wound reopened, he could just bandage it again tomorrow, since he still had more than half a month of leave!
"I'll be gentle."
Shen Shu thought he wanted to carry her back to her room, but she was both embarrassed and annoyed. "I can walk myself!"
Yan Zheng followed behind her like a tiger, his gaze like a thorn in her side, making Shen Shuyi quicken her pace.
As soon as she entered the room, the door creaked shut, and Shen Shuyi was immediately embraced and kissed passionately by Yan Zheng.
Only when oxygen ran low did Yan Zheng loosen his grip slightly, his forehead pressed against hers as he said in a hoarse voice, "My Yiyi is still so beautiful."
Shen Shuyi felt a slight pain in her lips and raised her hand to stroke the man's resolute face.
"You've gotten even darker..."
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