Little did Song Qinghe know that she had been overthinking things; Lu Zhaolin had no other intentions whatsoever.
Even if it exists, it's not now.
Lu Zhaolin didn't want to make things difficult for Song Qinghe. Everything was based on her wishes. Whenever she was willing to let down her guard and be with him, that was when they would be together.
As for the rest, it doesn't matter.
Lu Zhaolin remained quite calm; he wasn't the kind of person who was one-sided.
While Song Qinghe went to take a shower, Lu Zhaolin turned around and went in to make the bed and other things.
Zhao Jianjun and the others were quite thoughtful; Lu Zhaolin only realized after he went in that they had already brought his bedding over.
This bedding is good, but it has one obvious drawback: it's okay for one person to sleep on, but it's a bit cramped for two.
He's going to sleep on the bed board tonight.
That works, it's quite good.
Lu Zhaolin quickly made up his mind: even if it meant sleeping on a hard bed, he wanted to sleep with Song Qinghe. As for everything else, he didn't care.
Although sleeping together might not allow you to sleep well, and you might have all sorts of random thoughts running through your mind.
But so what?
My wife is right beside me!
Lu Zhaolin spread out his neatly folded blanket, shook out his pillow, and sniffed it to make sure there was nothing wrong with it before he felt relieved.
When Song Qinghe returned after taking a shower, she saw Lu Zhaolin standing nervously by the bed, looking as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
She dried her hair with a towel and looked at him.
"What's wrong?"
"nothing."
Lu Zhaolin was too embarrassed to say that these were his bedding. Ever since he joined the army, he had always used these two small, tattered quilts, one as a bedding and one as a cover, taking them with him wherever he went.
To put it bluntly, it's probably already infused with the flavor.
Song Qinghe sleeping on top of him was no different from sleeping in his arms; it was indeed a bit ambiguous.
Is she having trouble sleeping?
Song Qinghe, being a very observant person, noticed that Lu Zhaolin was frozen there like a block of wood. She immediately realized that this must be his bedding, which was why he was so uncomfortable.
But the environment is limited now; it's already dark, and she's not part of the military, so it's unrealistic for her to suggest going to find a blanket.
She does have it in her storage space, but if she takes it out now, Lu Zhaolin will probably send her to the relevant departments for a thorough investigation the next moment.
Song Qinghe didn't have a penchant for creating trouble for herself, nor did she think there was anything wrong with the two of them sleeping together.
Let nature take its course!
She's already come to terms with it; whether she goes to bed early or late, she has to sleep anyway.
Song Qinghe calmly looked at him and said, "Go take a shower. I'll wait for you to come back before I go to sleep."
Lu Zhaolin: "Oh."
After saying that, he turned and walked out.
Song Qinghe was taken aback when she saw his actions. She thought she had made herself very clear, but Lu Zhaolin didn't seem to understand.
Lu Zhaolin really didn't understand. His mind was completely occupied with the matter of the blanket, so how could he possibly listen to anything else?
I didn't boil water again after I left; that would have been too much trouble.
He washed himself briefly with the water Song Qinghe had boiled, and returned a few minutes later.
Just as Song Qinghe got into his bed and lay down, she saw Lu Zhaolin come in looking lost and disoriented, intending to lie down on the bed board next to him.
Is he crazy?
She quickly pulled him up.
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