Ling Ju looked at the road illuminated by the car lights. It was pitch black all around. "Honestly, even though we were married, we had very little time to spend together. We also had an unexpected beginning. If I said we were deeply in love back then, it would be a lie. But when your brother came to me and told me you were in trouble, I felt very sad.
When I saw you lying on the operating table with wounds all over your body, I wondered, how could a living person who was sleeping with me two weeks ago become like this?
Then all I could think about was that time when I was being robbed. I was ready for anything, but then I found you behind me. I felt that overwhelming sense of security. You protected me once, and I can't give up on you.
Song Qi listened to Ling Ju's words, stopped the car on the side of the road, turned sideways and hugged her in his arms, cupped her little face with his big hands and kissed her. When he touched her pink lips, he felt like he was injected with chicken blood, and his whole body was clamoring with emotions.
I let go of her slightly, and heard her say, "What should I do? I think my life is ruined by you."
"Wife, I will never let you down in this life!"
The two returned to the family compound and went straight to Ling Yong's dormitory, but unexpectedly Ling Yong was having dinner.
"Brother, why are you eating just now?"
Ling Yong felt a little embarrassed, remembering that Zhao Huai had asked him to go meet his sister. "I came back a little late today."
"I brought you some dumplings. Eat these. I'll heat them up for you."
"Okay, did you buy it?"
"No, I did it."
Ling Ju walked towards the kitchen, but found a photo of a girl on a cabinet on the side.
"Brother, who is this photo of?"
Ling Yong scratched his head embarrassedly, "Zhao Huai's sister asked me to go on a blind date with her tonight." Zhao Huai was the staff officer in his camp.
Song Qi glanced at Ling Yong and said, "Sure, keep quiet and do great things."
"Alas...but I like tall guys, and his sister is less than 1.6 meters tall, and I don't know how to refuse."
Ling Ju asked, "How high is high?"
"I can't be shorter than you. Taller is better."
"Brother, you're not that young anymore. My parents asked me to urge you to come here. But if you really don't like it, just refuse directly and don't keep me hanging."
"Well, I'll think about it."
After heating up the dumplings, Ling Ju went back with Song Qi. Ling Yong looked at the photo with worry.
I took a bite of the dumplings. Hmm, they were delicious, and they were made with beef. I didn’t seem so worried anymore.
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