Shen Qingli's muffled voice rang out in the room: "Leaving tomorrow morning? Let me see you off."
"Well, we'll leave at three in the morning. There'll be a transport bus to the county in town around four o'clock that I can take for a ride. Don't send me off. I'm worried about you coming back alone. I don't want you to be sad seeing me back."
Meng Xiao held her arms tighter. The two of them cuddled together quietly for who knows how long.
The whole day passed quickly, as if nothing special happened.
They cooked and ate as usual, he read with her and she took a walk with him, and they packed their bags together. But no matter what they did, there was a sense of dullness.
Maybe I am more sentimental at night, or maybe it is because we are closer to separation.
Shen Qingli looked at the man in front of her and thought of the impending separation. She suddenly wanted to cry.
"Meng Xiao."
"I am here."
"Meng Xiao."
"Um."
"I just wanted to call you."
"Brother, I'm a little sad. I want to cry, what should I do?" Shen Qingli said as tears rolled down her face. Meng Xiao hurriedly wiped her tears. The little girl's tears dripped onto his hands, burning them and making him feel heartbroken.
Shen Qingli tried her best to hold back her tears, but the tears kept flowing out.
Meng Xiao's heart was torn and painful at this moment. He wanted to comfort her, but his throat was sore as if it was blocked by a ball of cotton.
"I don't want to cry...but I'm so sad, Meng Xiao. I'm so sad!" She suddenly couldn't bear it anymore and started to cry loudly, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
In Meng Xiao's memory, his little girl was always smiling, but now, he made her cry.
His little girl should be alive and well, not like this now. Meng Xiao's eyes flushed, and his throat ached. With trembling hands, he held Shen Qingli in his arms. He could clearly feel the little girl's frail shoulders trembling constantly, and her tears burned into his heart through her clothes. He lowered his head and kissed her hair, forehead, between her eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips...
His lips trembled violently. The moment their breaths met and they kissed each other, Meng Xiao's tears still fell.
The two people kissed each other desperately, as if only in this way could they deeply feel each other's presence and only in this way could they get a little comfort.
The earlobe was sucked and licked, followed by the neck and collarbone... Deep and shallow kisses gently fell on Shen Qingli, and the temperature in the room rose little by little...
After all, he was not willing to give up his little girl now. Both of them consciously did not cross that line. Meng Xiao hugged her tightly from behind and breathed rapidly.
Meng Xiao has a good figure, and Shen Qingli can clearly feel the lines of his abdominal muscles on his back.
"I'll write a marriage application when I get back and pick you up to join the army soon, okay? I'll find a chance to take a long vacation later, so our two families can meet, okay?" He didn't want to be separated from his little girl at all, but he didn't know what the little girl was thinking, so he spoke softly with some hesitation.
"Yeah," Shen Qingli replied softly. She didn't think things were progressing too quickly; she always relied on her own feelings when dealing with people. Regardless of what would happen to the two of them in the future, at least at this moment, their desire to stay together had reached its peak.
No one spoke anymore. Shen Qingli's body gradually relaxed and he fell into a deep sleep...
The first time Meng Xiao slept with his little girl in his arms, he successfully lost his sleep
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It was a dark night, the wind was blowing gently, the air was cool and had the flavor of autumn, the moon was high in the sky, and the moonlight was shining through the gaps between the branches and onto the ground.
Soon it was three in the morning
Meng Xiao gently removed the little girl's arm from his waist, kissed her forehead, and carefully got out of bed. He tiptoed back to his room, picked up his luggage, and set off.
The moment the door slammed, Shen Qingli, who had her eyes closed, opened them as if sensing something. She didn't chase after him. She hugged the pillow and quilt, which still held his warmth, and another tear slid down her cheeks.
Shen Qingli hates separation! No matter what, she's still so sad.
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