Ling Ruoke smiled at her, but as she smiled, tears streamed down her face. Yet, she still said firmly, "Mom, he'll wake up. Mom, take Ping An back to B City. I don't have time to take care of him."
"Ruoke, you mustn't do anything foolish." Yang Ziyun looked at the smile on her face, a bad feeling creeping into her heart. She knew the state of her son and daughter-in-law's relationship. With Ling Ruoke's foolish nature, once Qingfeng passed away, she feared...
Ling Ruoke continued to smile, a gentle and calm smile. "Mom, don't worry. Don't forget I still have Ping An."
The Lunar New Year is just around the corner.
Ling Ruoke asked the caregiver to look after Huo Qingfeng while she went to the street to buy some simple New Year's goods, mainly New Year's pictures and the like. She returned and meticulously decorated the ward, adding festive red accents to the otherwise white space, which looked rather odd. But she was very happy doing it, as if she were decorating her own home, and that he would wake up once she finished.
Ling Ruoke was cutting paper snowflakes while talking to Huo Qingfeng. Thinking of the family of three she'd seen happily shopping for New Year's goods on the street, she said, "Look, you've slept for so long, it's time to get up. Even if you're being lazy, you can't be this unreasonable, can you? Let me tell you, if you don't wake up, I'll let someone else use your money, sleep with your wife, and beat your child!"
"You dare!" The voice was low and weak, hoarse as if it were a hallucination.
Ling Ruoke shuddered, and with a snip, the paper-cut window decoration was cut in two. One half remained in her hand, while the other fell to the floor. She didn't even glance at it, but instead stared wide-eyed. Then, slowly, bit by bit, she moved her gaze to the face of the person on the bed.
What came into view was a gaunt face, emaciated beyond recognition from prolonged illness. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that the eyes, which had always been closed, were now open. Dark and deep, they shone with a familiar light. In those eyes, Ling Ruoke saw herself.
He loosened his grip, and the scissors fell to the ground with a loud thud. Ling Ruoke ignored him, staring blankly at him. After a while, she suddenly screamed and rushed over to press the call button.
Doctors and nurses were all mobilized, and chaos ensued.
When the doctor came out, and he said something with a smile, Ling Ruoke's legs went weak, her vision went black, and she fainted. A quiet smile remained on her thin face.
When Ling Ruoke woke up again, the Huo family, Qingfeng's brothers, and Tan Peishi were already there. The room was full of people, but thankfully it wasn't too noisy.
"Qingfeng!" Ling Ruo shouted Huo Qingfeng's name and sat up abruptly.
Everyone was startled by her, and then they all wisely walked out of the ward and closed the door behind them.
Ling Ruoke didn't see them; she only saw the man leaning against the bed next door. His dark, deep eyes were looking at her with a smile. She stared blankly at him, not blinking for a long time, then suddenly screamed his name like a madwoman and scrambled over to him.
"Wife, you're so passionate!" Huo Qingfeng's voice was still hoarse. He had been lying down for too long, and his physical functions had deteriorated somewhat, but he still subconsciously opened his arms to catch her.
Ling Ruoke pressed her face against his neck and began to loudly curse him, using very offensive language, while tears streamed down her face as she cried, looking extremely aggrieved. Later, she bit his neck and lips forcefully, as if venting her anger.
Huo Qingfeng just smiled, and then fell asleep again.
Ling Ruoke was terrified and frantically pressed the call button again. The doctor arrived and, after a tense examination, told her that the patient was simply tired and had fallen asleep again. Moreover, he had probably been sleeping more often than not lately.
Whether he slept more or woken up more was no longer important to Ling Ruoke; what mattered was that he was awake. However, she still felt uneasy. Sometimes, when he slept for a long time, she would subconsciously reach out a finger to check his breathing. Only when she felt the airflow through her fingertips did she feel at ease, and then she would stare at him and smile foolishly.
Huo Qingfeng spent this New Year in a hospital ward. But it didn't matter; this New Year was more lively and joyful than any other in the past. Surviving such a disaster was something to celebrate.
On New Year's Eve, Yang Ziyun brought dumplings to the couple and then went home.
After finishing her New Year's Eve dinner, Ling Ruoke climbed into bed and nestled in her husband's arms, drifting off to sleep. In the distance, fireworks began to light up the sky, dazzling and spectacular. Others set off firecrackers, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.
The ward was quiet, but it was more comforting than the hustle and bustle in the distance. Ling Ruoke nestled in her husband's arms, feeling languid and unwilling to move.
Huo Qingfeng held her close, not wanting to let go for even a moment.
Having survived this catastrophe, both of them just wanted to live their peaceful lives, and the excitement and drama of others were irrelevant to them.
The New Year had just passed. Huo Qingfeng, who had been sleeping soundly in bed for a long time, was about to enter the intense rehabilitation phase. Soldiers are known for their stubbornness; he was pushing himself to the limit during rehabilitation, ignoring the doctors' advice. Only when Ling Ruoke personally supervised him would he obediently listen. The moment Ling Ruoke was away, he would start itching for attention.
However, no matter what, Huo Qingfeng's condition is improving day by day. He has also gained some weight and is no longer as frighteningly thin as before.
Ling Ruoke, on the other hand, worked very hard to take care of him, yet she remained so thin that she seemed like she could be blown away by a gust of wind. Yang Ziyun then desperately tried to nourish the two of them, wishing she could fatten them up overnight.
"Mom, I feel like I'm in postpartum confinement again," Ling Ruoke said with a smile as she drank her chicken soup.
Yang Ziyun pouted. "If postpartum confinement is meant to make you this skinny, bony, that's torture!"
Ling Ruoke stuck out her tongue, not daring to say anything more. However, as the saying goes, a relaxed mind leads to a plump body, and she had indeed gained some weight. This was something Huo Qingfeng noticed.
After finishing his rehabilitation that day, Huo Qingfeng took a shower and snuggled up in bed with his wife. His large hands were constantly touching and kneading here and there, showing no signs of a patient's composure. When he touched her side, she let out a soft "Ouch!"
"What's wrong?" Ling Ruoke was dozing off on him. Her voice woke her up, and she opened her eyes slightly, yawning as she asked.
"Honey, you've gained weight," he said, pinching the flesh on her side.
Ling Ruoke frowned slightly and reached out to pinch it herself. "Is there?"
"Yes!" the man answered decisively, and then began to undress her while talking to her, saying he wanted to verify it.
It wasn't until his hands became increasingly restless that Ling Ruoke suddenly realized he wasn't trying to prove her weight; he was simply lustful! The doctor hadn't even said she was legal to do *that*, so Ling Ruoke was naturally determined to defend her rights and refuse to be violated. Unfortunately, this man had undergone rehabilitation for a while and had regained about 70-80% of his strength. He quickly subdued her, pinning her to the bed and giving her a good rough time.
Just as Ling Ruoke was about to give up resisting in despair, he suddenly stopped moving. He just stared straight at her body, motionless and silent.
Ling Ruoke looked at him, puzzled, then looked down at her body. Just then, his large hand gently landed on her shoulder, slowly sliding down to the scar left by the gunshot wound. She then understood why he had acted so strangely. Gu Tianze and Mei Yanting's whipping had left her with deep wounds, so even after the scabs had fallen off, faint marks remained. The wound where the bullet had pierced through was particularly unsightly. She herself didn't mind much; compared to him being alive, these scars were nothing.
"Does it hurt?" he asked softly, his hand lingering tenderly on the scars. Her skin had always been flawless, smooth and delicate all over, like the finest silk. But now, it was covered with scars of all sizes, stinging his eyes and piercing his heart.
Ling Ruoke smiled slightly, placing her hand on the back of his hand. "It doesn't hurt anymore. It didn't hurt much to begin with, and besides, so much time has passed. What, do you think I'm ugly?"
Huo Qingfeng looked up, his deep eyes fixed on her. "I don't mind, my heart aches for you." His voice was slightly choked with emotion.
Ling Ruoke smiled even more brightly, reaching out to touch the wound on his chest. "It's alright. Mo Ran said this is our destined tribulation; after it passes, we'll live a peaceful and healthy life until old age. See, we still came out ahead, didn't we?"
Huo Qingfeng felt a tingling, aching sensation in his heart, softer than cotton. He reached out and stroked her face, the only spot without scars. His fingers slowly slid from the bridge of her high, straight nose to her delicate, rosy lips. He lowered his head and took her lips into his mouth, exploring deeper and deeper.
Ling Ruok could sense his inner turmoil, so she stopped struggling. The doctor hadn't specifically advised them against having sex, so this one time shouldn't be a problem, right?
As Ling Ruoke collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, someone poked her waist, still seemingly unsatisfied, and said, "Wife, you really have gained a little weight. You've got some curves now, it feels so good to touch!" As he spoke, his hands began to wander again.
The sadness I felt earlier seemed to have vanished completely. And rightly so, they're both alright; nothing could be happier than that.
Ling Ruoke glared at him fiercely, grabbing his restless hand. "Huo Qingfeng, you're acting up as soon as you're feeling a little better. Are you trying to kill yourself? If you're really all better, I'll go home and take care of the kids starting tomorrow, and I won't have to serve you anymore."
The man immediately wilted upon hearing this. Daring not to disobey the Empress Dowager's orders any longer, he had no choice but to obediently comply. Unable to take advantage of her completely, he could only cling to his wife and sleep with her, which was better than nothing.
In April, Huo Qingfeng was discharged from the hospital and went home to recuperate. They returned to the villa, not to the military base.
On the day he was discharged from the hospital, all of Huo Qingfeng's brothers came. The room was full of people, and it was a lively and bustling place.
Ling Ruoke was in a good mood and went to great lengths to cook a large meal for them. They ate until their mouths were greasy and they patted their bellies, saying they wanted to stay at their house and never leave again.
By the time everyone had finished making a fuss and left, it was already dark.
While the little one was watching TV with his grandparents and great-grandfather, Huo Qingfeng secretly slipped back to their room with his wife. What for? To do what AI does, of course! He'd been holding back for so long; he was finally discharged from the hospital, so he had to indulge himself!
Ling Ruoke was dragged into the bathroom and then pushed into the bathtub. Before she could even gasp, the man pounced on her. Like a wolf that had been starving for a long time seeing a lamb, he lowered his head and began to bite her fiercely, biting her until it hurt. But she couldn't bear to push him away, so she could only offer her lips to him.
She survived the catastrophe. He was still by her side after the disaster; how wonderful!
Ling Ruoke sighed inwardly, her slender arms hooking around her husband's neck as she pressed her red lips tightly against his, letting him conquer her. As his large hands caressed her delicate body, she couldn't help but moan softly. These moans were like a potent aphrodisiac, making both of them even more excited.
Huo Qingfeng felt his body swell violently, as if it were about to explode. Thinking of the fear Gu Tianze had felt after taking her away, he couldn't help but hold her tightly in his arms, sucking hard on her body, leaving marks as proof.
Once the two had become one, Ling Ruoke let out a soft sigh. She raised her misty eyes, looked at the familiar face before her, and smiled gently. "Huo Qingfeng," she called his name softly, his full name.
"Hmm?" The voice was thick with nasal tone, carrying a hint of lust.
"I love you. I will never live without you!" Her voice was not loud, but every word struck his heart like a pile driver.
He kissed her lips passionately, then whispered in her ear, "My heart is the same."
She laughed sweetly, blooming like a flower beneath him. Her legs wrapped around his slender waist, her eyes alluring, her breath sweet as orchids, like a bewitching enchantress.
"You little vixen!" he groaned in frustration, his head invading her territory even more frantically. He wanted nothing more than to crush her, to merge her into his very bones, never to be separated again! Never to be separated again!
The two hadn't made love like this in a long time. They lingered in the bathroom for a long time before moving to the bed. They didn't stop until it was late at night and dawn was approaching, finally falling into a deep sleep with their limbs intertwined.
With Huo Qingfeng's recovery, Ling Ruoke's life returned to its original tranquility. Gu Tianze had received his just deserts, and no one threatened their lives anymore. For the sake of her child's upbringing, Ling Ruoke returned to the villa.
Huo Qingfeng wasn't fully recovered and didn't need to go on missions, so he had plenty of time. He spent his free time teaching his son and kissing his wife, living a very comfortable life.
Ping An is almost three years old. He's too clever for his age, and his mischievousness is quite a headache. Huo Qingfeng, worried that his son's wild nature was getting the better of him, started peeling him like a pumpkin. It's both funny and heartbreaking to watch a little kid who can't even walk steadily yet having to stand at attention and march in formation.
Ling Ruoke naturally felt sorry for her son. Every time she saw him so tired that he fell asleep immediately, she couldn't help but argue with her husband.
The father always asserted confidently: "We need to cultivate that from a young age so that he can grow up to be a true man!"
Ling Ruoke pouted and retorted, "How come I never heard Mom mention that Dad trained you to be a man like this?"
Enraged, the man grabbed her, pinned her to the bed, and began to kiss her, until she begged for mercy and changed her tune. In the end, a passionate and tender lovemaking ensued.
Little Ping An is just like his father. Even though he was exhausted, he still took his father's scolding seriously. Later, Fu Peigang simply sent his son Lele over too, so the two kids could keep each other company.
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