"Alright, you go to sleep early. I'm going to check on Panmei."
Ling Huanwu pulled away from Zhou Jiuzhen's lap, turned around and tugged at her disheveled clothes, then put on a dark green cheongsam that she hadn't worn in a long time.
"Dr. Guan said you must rest in bed to protect the pregnancy, otherwise..."
Zhou Jiuzhen stood behind Ling Huanwu with his cheeks puffed out, watching her apply lipstick in front of the mirror. His heart tightened with pain, and he hugged her from behind, saying, "You should rest at home!"
"I just drank a few bowls of spiritual spring water and I feel much better. Besides, I can't sleep at home with you in my sight, and I'm also worried about Panmei. After all, Dr. Guan is busy and needs someone to take care of her."
As Ling Huanwu spoke, she did not hesitate to pry open Zhou Jiuzhen's hands that were tied around her waist, and slipped away from his hands like a little dark green loach.
Zhou Jiuzhen instinctively tried to grab her, but found that the woman who had drunk the spiritual spring water had flown away like a gust of wind, and he couldn't even catch a piece of her clothes.
The sound of the wooden door slamming shut was like a heavy blow to the heart, causing a dull, painful ache.
Zhou Jiuzhen looked at himself in the mirror.
The dark green military uniform was covered in dust, and the collar was half open, revealing the firm, bulging muscles underneath.
A pale pink scratch was diagonally embedded in his bronze skin, still bearing a hint of fresh red.
That was from Ling Huanwu scratching him just now.
When the two were in love, she couldn't help but leave countless scratches on his body.
Claws drew blood.
He put in just as much effort as she did.
But today he only has a faint scratch on his body.
Zhou Jiuzhen's brows were furrowed, and the corners of his eyes were bluish.
He recalled that just now, Ling Huanwu had her eyes slightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly like butterfly wings.
Those once clear eyes were now veiled in a misty haze, like the surface of a lake moistened by spring rain, rippling and shimmering with a hint of mystery.
Her hair was disheveled and clung to her sweaty neck, her eyes were misty, and even when she called his name, her voice was soft.
It looked just like a seductive little fox.
Zhou Jiuzhen's Adam's apple bobbed, and the warmth of her skin still lingered on his fingertips.
A surge of heat rose from the depths of his heart. He loosened his collar, his usually sharp eyes now darkening, concealing lingering passion, and even his breathing was heavier than usual.
Zhou Jiuzhen gulped down several mouthfuls of water before he could extinguish the fire in his heart.
Thinking back to how I had just applied lipstick and fled, I felt endless melancholy.
He looked in the mirror again. Now, the man in the mirror had one or two fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and even his posture revealed an undeniable weariness.
Unlike Song Panmei, who, even after being hungry for several days, still looked like a sickly young man lying in bed, pitiful and vulnerable.
Unlike him!
Zhou Jiuzhen touched the stubble on his chin and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes.
Those aunties all say that once a man is over 25, he loses his former vigor in bed and becomes powerless in everything.
He's only 25 years old this year, past his prime so early.
He must have aged and lost his looks, which is why his wife's love for him faded.
Zhou Jiuzhen lifted his shirt and touched his somewhat indistinct abs, secretly resolving that he must get back in shape so that his wife would be unable to resist him!
*
When Ling Huanwu came to the tent to see Song Panmei, Song Panmei was struggling to sit up, wanting to pour herself a glass of water.
"Don't move, don't move, I'll help you..."
She hurried over, tilted the thermos, poured the steaming hot water into the enamel cup, and brought it to Song Panmei's lips.
Song Panmei's ears turned slightly red. She lowered her eyes and took the enamel cup. "You should go back and rest. Battalion Commander Zhou won't mind if you come to take care of me, will he?"
"No, Jiuzhen is very sensible and won't mind. You should get some rest. If you need anything tonight, just tell me, and I'll keep watch here."
Ling Huanwu spoke casually, tucking him in, but in reality, her heart was still pounding and she was still shaken by the scene in the small wooden shed.
If she had stayed in the small wooden shed just now, she almost wouldn't have been able to control herself.
That scoundrel is so seductive he doesn't even realize how prickly his stubble is or how calloused his hands are.
If she hadn't taken advantage of her remaining rationality to use the excuse of taking care of Song Panmei, she probably would have already squeezed him dry by the neck!
Ling Huanwu felt like she must be going crazy!
She touched her stomach and took several deep breaths to calm herself down, secretly planning to find some work to do tomorrow so she wouldn't be thinking about those improper things all the time.
She's pregnant now, so she can't be indecent.
So she added to Song Panmei with great conviction, "I will take care of you from now on until your leg is healed. After all, you encountered this for no reason, and it's all my fault."
Song Panmei lowered her head even further, and a subtle smile appeared on her lips as she sipped water from her enamel cup.
The next second, he was caught off guard and cried out in surprise, "It's so hot! It's so hot!"
Ling Huanwu quickly took the enamel cup, blew on it to her lips, and then placed it back to Song Panmei's lips.
She looked guilty. "Panmei, it's my fault. I almost made you burn your hand again."
Song Panmei's hand wasn't burned, but her face felt as if it had been burned. She stared at the enamel cup that was brought to her lips and her face quickly turned red.
"Panmei, what's wrong? I'll go get the doctor..."
"It's okay... don't go and call them!"
"Oh, okay then, I'll blow on it for you."
Ling Huanwu had no choice but to sit down and check that his hand was alright before she felt relieved.
All night long, the tent was filled with the sounds of the two chatting casually.
Only after the kerosene lamp went out and glimmers of light appeared on the sea outside did Ling Huanwu finally fall into a deep sleep, resting her head on the table next to Song Panmei.
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