So no matter how difficult it is, he must come back to her side, because he has become a part of her life, a rib in her very bones.
Losing him would be an unbearable burden for her...
"Special forces soldiers are also flesh-and-blood human beings; they also have emotions and desires, and they also have their own personal feelings."
"You don't need to think of special forces as something mythical."
"If special forces soldiers were really that powerful, there wouldn't have been so many of their predecessors who sacrificed their lives in actual combat."
"However, if the country needs them, they are ready to sacrifice themselves at any time!" Including himself!
Just like their oath, the oath of the special operations brigade.
If the motherland needs the last bullet, save it for me.
If their country needs them, they will shed their blood and tears on the battlefield.
If the motherland needs them, they will become a powerful weapon at any time and in any place, penetrating deep behind enemy lines.
Mo Xiaoqing naturally knew what he meant by the sentence he didn't finish saying, but it was precisely because of this that she became even more fascinated by him.
How could she not like such a good man?
"If one day I really can't come back..."
Mo Xiaoqing glared at him, and before he could finish speaking, she hurriedly covered his mouth, not allowing him to continue. "That day will never come. Don't say anything unlucky."
She couldn't allow for any possibility of something going wrong...
"You've returned safely from so many missions before, so now, for my sake, you must return safely even more."
Ji Muhan casually removed his hand from her mouth, then held her small hand tightly with her right hand, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing against the back of her hand. The smooth, delicate skin felt very comfortable to touch!
"This is the reality! Things change in an instant on the battlefield, and no one can guarantee that they will return safely."
"If that day ever comes..."
He didn't want to continue, because just thinking about what would happen if one day Mo Xiaoqing were held in someone else's arms, doing what he had done today, made him want to drag that person out and beat them up.
It's quite possible that even if he's in his coffin, he'll jump out of it...
Sure enough, all those promises about living a good life after I'm gone and finding someone else to forget me were just empty words!
He couldn't even utter such empty words, because he couldn't imagine whether, if one day she really did hang out with someone else, he would impulsively shoot that person...
"I told you that day would never come!"
“I’m proud of your profession, and I’m proud that you’re my boyfriend.”
Perhaps your profession is the most dangerous, perhaps you are always walking on the edge of danger, perhaps if you make a wrong move you may fall into an abyss.
But she was willing!
We played for about an hour, and all the wine on the coffee table was gone. Empty bottles were scattered all over the floor, some upside down, some stacked together, all laid out haphazardly.
They drove for five hours, and only three hours have passed, yet Qi Guang and the others are already drunk and unconscious.
His phone, still wet from the rain, beeped with a notification. He opened it and saw a message from his mother. He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.
It's easy to imagine that when he gets back, he'll be met with a sinister smile.
He glanced around the private room and found that everyone else, except for the three of them, was already passed out drunk.
His headache worsened, so he pressed his temples again, turned to look at Ji Muhan who hadn't moved, and asked him, "Are you getting ready to leave?"
Ji Muhan turned his head and looked at Mo Xiaoqing, who was leaning on his shoulder and yawning with teary eyes, and decided to go back as well.
"Walk."
The little girl is already in this state; there's no way we can let her stay here any longer.
So, Shen Shaolin kindly helped Qi Guang and the others call a designated driver, and after watching them being picked up, he left with Ji Muhan.
Mo Xiaoqing's walking posture looked as if she was walking on clouds, soft and limp, without any order, her body swaying from side to side, which was quite frightening.
Ji Muhan quickly grabbed her shoulder and said with a hint of barely perceptible pressure, "Walk properly."
Mo Xiaoqing nodded vigorously, giving a perfunctory answer.
She was already incredibly sleepy; her biological clock had already kicked in. What could she do?
She'd usually be asleep by now if she were home.
So after nodding, he continued walking with a constant yawning.
Ji Muhan had no choice but to grab her wrist to make sure she wouldn't fall.
Qi Guang and the others all called a designated driver. Mo Xiaoqing, Ji Muhan, and Shen Shaolin hadn't been drinking, so they didn't plan to call a designated driver.
The three of them walked leisurely into the hall and heard two familiar voices talking.
Mo Xiaoqing reflexively looked at Ji Muhan next to her.
A phrase involuntarily came to mind: "What a small world!"
She closed her eyes and cursed inwardly, "What bad luck!"
“Third Brother,” she turned her head and saw her third brother’s fox-like face with a half-smile, which was full of deep meaning, as if he was saying silently: I’ve caught you this time.
Mo Xiaoqing immediately smiled in a fawning and ingratiating way, as if she were silently begging him for forgiveness.
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