The night was deep, and Lu Xiao, still chilly from his patrol of the military camp, strode into the main bedroom. He saw An'an lying on her side on the large bed, surrounded by three already "fussy" little ones. The eldest was trying to pull at An'an's long hair that had fallen onto the pillow, the second eldest was fast asleep, using An'an's arm as a pillow, and the youngest daughter was nestled in An'an's arms, sucking her fingers and watching her father enter with her big, dark eyes.
"Daddy!" The eldest and second eldest sons saw Lu Xiao and immediately crawled over excitedly, reaching out to Lu Xiao for a hug.
Lu Xiao's cold, hard facial features softened instantly. He bent down and scooped up the two boys, one in each arm, lifting them high in the air, making them giggle. He walked to the bedside, looking at his wife who was completely "occupied" by the children, and his brows furrowed as usual.
An'an smiled at him and said, "You're back? There's some soup warming on the stove. Have the maid bring it to you."
Lu Xiao didn't answer, his gaze falling on the little daughter in her arms. The little one saw her father, stretched out her chubby little hands, and called out in a sweet, childish voice, "Daddy...Daddy...hug!"
Lu Xiao's heart melted instantly. He immediately put down the two brats, carefully took the sweet and soft little girl from An An's arms, and kissed her pink cheeks again and again: "Han'er, be good, did you miss Daddy?"
An'an smiled and shook her head as she watched her husband dote on their daughter. However, after hugging and cuddling with his daughter for a while, Lu Xiao's gaze returned to An'an. Looking at the bed, which his sons had "occupied" again, his face darkened.
"What time is it? Why haven't you taken them away yet?" Lu Xiao's voice was clearly displeased as he looked at the wet nurse waiting to the side.
The wet nurse rushed forward, intending to take the two little boys away. The eldest, who was having a great time, immediately started squirming and crying when he was picked up, and then the three children began a loud and boisterous scene, each one louder than the last.
Feeling sorry for the children, An'an quickly said, "Never mind, let them play a little longer..."
The three energetic little ones were finally lulled to sleep and taken away by their nanny. Lu Xiao finished washing up and returned to the inner room, where he saw An'an sitting under the lamp, carefully examining several new medicine formulas by candlelight, her expression focused. The candlelight outlined the soft lines of her profile, conveying a serene and resilient beauty.
Lu Xiao walked over, snatched the paper and pen from her hand without saying a word, and then picked her up horizontally.
"Ah! Lu Xiao, what are you doing!" An An exclaimed, her hands naturally wrapping around his neck.
"Dr. Xiao, work time is over." Lu Xiao carried her to the bed, his voice deep and unquestionable. "Now is the time to comfort your husband." He gently placed her on the soft brocade quilt, his tall body covering her, bringing a strong sense of pressure and a burning heat.
An'an looked at the familiar flicker of jealousy and possessiveness in his eyes, and felt both helpless and amused: "The children just fell asleep..."
“That’s why I had the chance.” Lu Xiao interrupted her, his fingertips brushing across her eyebrows and the corners of her eyes, finally lingering on her soft lips, his eyes deep and unfathomable. “During the day in the wounded soldiers’ camp, you smiled too gently at that new recruit. And at night, you were monopolized by those three little rascals… An’an, do you still have a place for me as your husband in your heart?”
Seeing his jealous yet slightly aggrieved expression, An'an's heart melted. She tilted her head back and kissed his tightly pursed lips, her voice soft and seductive, coaxing, "How could there not be? Here," she pulled his hand to her chest, "here," then tapped his chest, "it's always been full of you. The children were an accident, the patients were a responsibility...you, Lu Xiao," she cupped his face, gazing into his deep eyes, each word clear and tender, "are my willing refuge, my only...jealous one."
The last two words, tinged with a coquettish tone, tickled Lu Xiao's heart like a feather. The jealousy in his eyes was instantly replaced by a surge of passion, and with a low growl, his kisses rained down upon him.
"An'an... my An'an..." His kiss was passionate and urgent, filled with the preciousness of something lost and found, and an intense possessiveness. "Prove to me... where your true home is..."
The red candles flickered, and the curtains swayed gently. An'an soothed this man, who was a cold and aloof general outside, but who was always jealous of her at home, with the gentlest tolerance and the most ardent response.
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