"Battalion Commander Lu, answer me, is there writing on my face?"
"nothing."
Lu Zhaolin felt guilty, and he dared not admit what he was looking at. He would never bring it up himself.
If Song Qinghe hadn't known him well enough, she would have really thought that Lu Zhaolin was hiding something from her.
However, it would be abnormal if he were hiding something from me, since the two of us have been together all the time.
It can't be that Lu Zhaolin accidentally set the kitchen on fire, which is why he's afraid to say anything.
Song Qinghe shrugged, quickly suppressing his absurd idea. Impossible, absolutely impossible.
But when Lu Zhaolin heard her ask, he immediately lowered his head, pretending that nothing had happened.
That expression, that reaction, really makes it hard for her to pretend nothing happened.
Song Qinghe looked at him with a hint of helplessness. Was his military skill really that good?
She felt that Lu Zhaolin was like a blank sheet of paper in front of her, and he didn't hide his true thoughts at all.
It's quite interesting, though, at least it saves me from guessing what he's thinking.
Lu Zhaolin wanted to change the subject, but when he got to the point of speaking, he felt that Song Qinghe would definitely see through his intentions if he opened his mouth.
It would be even more awkward then, so it's better to continue pretending to be confused.
No matter what she says, just don't respond.
Song Qinghe narrowed her eyes. Fine, don't tell me then, hmph!
She didn't necessarily need to know.
After the two had finished eating and were lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), Lu Zhaolin washed himself clean before coming over to look at her.
In a flash, Song Qinghe suddenly understood what Lu Zhaolin was thinking.
I don't think I asked him about his health; I selectively ignored that point.
Did Lu Zhaolin think he had overlooked it, so he stopped asking and stopped caring?
Song Qinghe covered herself with the blanket and chuckled. It wasn't that she wasn't worried about his health, but rather that Lu Zhaolin's current appearance clearly showed that he had recovered, so there was nothing to worry about.
What good would it do for her to worry? It would be completely useless.
It's better to relax. Thinking so much will only make you upset in the end.
If he were feeling unwell, he would have shown it long ago.
How could I possibly make him this comfortable?
Lu Zhaolin didn't notice Song Qinghe's smile. Instead, he eagerly moved closer to her and asked earnestly, "Wife, is it okay?"
Song Qinghe pursed her lips: "So, are you sure your body has fully recovered and there are no problems at all?"
"If there's a problem..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Zhaolin cut him off, forcing him to swallow the rest of his words.
Lu Zhaolin didn't realize what was happening at first and wanted to say something in his defense, but when he saw the mockery in Song Qinghe's eyes, he immediately understood.
She's clearly doing this on purpose, deliberately making things difficult for herself!
Lu Zhaolin was completely bewildered by her; he wouldn't believe Song Qinghe hadn't done it on purpose.
Song Qinghe was happy to cooperate, since the two of them would be separated starting tomorrow, and it would be difficult for her to see him even if she wanted to.
So while we can still be together, let's cherish those moments and avoid missing each other so much when we can't see each other in the future.
No matter how I think about it, it's not right. I might as well just enjoy the present moment and take it one day at a time. It doesn't matter what.
Before dawn, Song Qinghe began to regret her actions. Her waist, her legs, her breasts—there wasn't a single good spot on her body.
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