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Cheng Mosu glanced at him lightly, her Rose-Colored Lips trembling slightly as her delicate Fingertips reached for the cup of water in front of her. She took a gentle sip, her voice soft yet firm, "Be careful on your way."
He raised the corners of his Lips, seemingly having anticipated this outcome. He intended to say something more, but unexpectedly, Ling Heng, who had been sleeping on the second floor, suddenly woke up and rushed out of his room, glaring at him fiercely. "Who are you! What do you want to do to my Mom!"
Cheng Mosu quickly stood up and went up the stairs, holding him in her arms with a furrowed brow. "Why did you run out like that? It was so dangerous standing here just now; do you know that?"
"I don't know!" He pouted his little face, turning away in a fit of temper. Ruan Yu couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing. He went up the stairs and looked at Ling Heng's puffed-up appearance. He took out a signal flare from his pocket and handed it to him. Only then did Ling Heng have a slightly better impression of Ruan Yu. Looking at the signal flare, he found it intriguing and asked with a smile, "What is this?"
"This is called a signal flare. I am... friends with your mother. I didn't have any gifts for you when you were born, so consider this my gift to you. If you ever need anything from me in the future, just throw out this signal flare, and I will definitely appear before you at the first opportunity."
Ling Heng beamed with joy and even mimicked an adult's tone, saying, "It's a deal!"
"It's a deal." Ruan Yu smiled at him. Cheng Mosu exchanged glances with Feng Yin, who hurriedly carried Ling Heng back to bed. Ruan Yu looked at Cheng Mosu and shook her head, still smiling, "Such a little rascal."
"Isn't that right?" Cheng Mosu replied with a faint smile.
He stood up straight, the dark light in his narrow Eyes making her heart race. She felt flustered under his gaze, her heartbeat pounding like drums. Lowering her eyes slightly, she asked softly and gently, "When are you going to the southeast?"
"I'm leaving early tomorrow morning." He adjusted the collar of his Military Uniform and fixed his gaze on her beautiful face, noticing how her Water Eyes became increasingly bright and clear. He sighed lightly and said, "Mosu, could you make me a bowl of noodles to eat, just like when I was at home?"
She was taken aback for a moment, silently looking at him. After a while, she half-closed her eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry; I can't do that right now."
He smiled as if he had already known this would be the case and reached out to touch her tender cheek. She turned away slightly to avoid him, leaving only a trace of air between them. He turned around and left the room but encountered another figure at the door.
“Shangguan Shaoying.” He greeted her. Shangguan Shaoyi smiled politely at him and then ignored him, stepping into the room. Ruan Yu curled the corner of her mouth, turned around, and disappeared into the moonlight.
Cheng Mosu noticed some movement outside and peeked out with her small head. Seeing that Shaoyi had returned, she hurried down the stairs to meet his burning gaze but was momentarily at a loss for words. Should she explain something or share something? Shangguan Shaoyi smiled at her and reached out to pull her into his embrace.
She felt the faint scent of gunpowder enveloping her cold body and quietly smiled, “You seem to have lost weight after not seeing you for a month.”
He frowned slightly, looking at her with a smile, “I would say it’s you who has lost weight.” His tone was neither strong nor weak, somewhat distant. She lowered her head, and he added, “Hearing you say you’ve lost weight makes me feel a bit hungry.”
Her long Eyelashes trembled silently, and in her clear eyes was a glimmer of moisture, “Then I’ll go make you something to eat. How about beef brisket porridge?”
“Sure.” He replied quietly. She turned to enter the Kitchen, and he withdrew his gaze, smiling lightly as he rubbed his swollen Sun acupoint before returning to his room. By the time she finished making the beef brisket porridge, the clock had already struck two in the morning. Looking at her frail figure, a pang of pain crossed his heart. Only the two of them remained in the bedroom; outside, the moonlight grew more beautiful, and a gentle breeze rustled against the shutters, causing the wind chimes to tinkle softly.
He blew on the fragrant porridge and took a light sip, his Black as Ink eyes filled with appreciation. “It’s still as delicious as before.” Naturally, she felt delighted in her heart as she held the freshly brewed hot tea; her Fingertips radiated warmth. The swirling steam blurred his sharply defined Handsome Face, and as she lowered her eyelids, she heard him sigh.
Her heart tightened at this sigh; his dark eyes held a hint of coldness. She wanted to ask him what was wrong but heard him slowly say, “Cheng Mosu, starting tomorrow I will have to focus on training soldiers and may not be able to come back often to see you and Ling Heng.”
“I understand.” She nodded. This time, Jiang Shanghao had assigned only some remnants to Shaoyi, and he needed to invest all his effort to train them well. She knew the pressure and pain he felt and spoke softly, “Shaoyi, you can focus on your training; I will take good care of everything at home.”
He looked at her gentle appearance, placing the spoon back into the bowl; half of the beef brisket porridge remained untouched by him. He simply picked her up and laid her gently on the wide soft bed, careful not to use any force as he cradled her like a precious pearl.
He gently stroked her waterfall-like hair and gazed into her bright eyes, feeling that her Rose-Colored Lips were surrounded by an alluring fragrance that lingered in his dreams. She half-closed her Eyes, feeling his warm breath against her skin. His kiss landed on her fair skin and on her snowy neck; the pink lampshade cast a dreamy glow around them. He leaned close to her ear, murmuring her name over and over as if confirming that she was still by his side.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes radiating an elegant Fragrance, adding a touch of subtle beauty to the tranquil night. Shangguan Shaoyi glided over her delicate skin, gently unbuttoning her Qipao. His dry lips brushed against her collarbone as she smiled lightly, filling the room with tenderness and fragrance.
In the following two months, they did not see each other. She could only catch a glimpse of his news in the newspaper.
Ling Heng insisted on going to the barracks to see her father, but she knew that this was a crucial moment and could not afford to slack off. However, waiting so anxiously, she did not know when she would be able to look forward to his return.
She only heard that he had recruited new soldiers and that he had begun training those new recruits using a combination of the Sino-American Training Method.
She stretched her hand lazily, adjusted her purple robe, and turned around to let Feng Yin fetch the newspaper. However, Feng Yin hesitated as if there was something scandalous in the newspaper. She felt a stir in her heart and instinctively thought something had happened to him. She quickly snatched the newspaper away, but upon seeing the photo and headline, she was suddenly taken aback.
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