How could Xia Jinyuan take care of his lover with the hands of others? Naturally, he could do it alone without any difficulties.
Ye Jian, who had been going back to Xiangcheng, finally fell asleep with the help of painkillers. She was injured and couldn't lie down on her back. The bed was turned at 45 degrees and she could only fall asleep slightly sideways.
Fortunately, the back stabbed by a branch and the gunshot wound on the shoulder are on the same side. Although the ribs are broken, he can still fall asleep when lying on his side, but he is not used to it.
Worried that Ye Jian's sleep would be crushed to the wound, Xia Jinyuan didn't sleep, and kept sitting by the bedside, gazing softly at the sleeping person, silently portraying her beautiful face, and her empty heart was finally filled.
Her voice and smile had dispelled all his panic, panic, and fear long ago, obtaining unprecedented satisfaction.
Slender fingers slowly stroked her like thrush with tenderness, flowed through the tip of Xiuting's nose, and then slowly stroked her cheeks, fingertips traversed those fine and uneven new wounds, and the unfathomable black eyes were full Is distressed.
He put his hands on the bed and slowly leaned forward, his thin lips pressed against Ye Jian's lips, and he kissed the soft lips, closing his eyes for a long time without leaving.
"Little fox, in the past five months, how much have you suffered and how many sins have you suffered? You have saved it from there... You have been fighting undercover transnationally, right."
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In the hospital bed, the young and handsome lieutenant colonel murmured softly with the injured girl with tenderness, no one to bother, no one to walk around, there are only two of them in this world, one sleeping peacefully, the other with peace of mind, and so on. eternal.
In the car, the slightly tired political commissar Yue pressed his painful temples, and said in a low voice with the department head of the same car, "Xiao Ye was seriously injured. It didn't look like he was injured during training. The military department still concealed it."
"It's normal. A good student went out on business for nearly five months, and they came back with injuries. I'm afraid it would not be convenient for the military to inform our school in detail."
"Xiaoye is very good. The military department chose her early. Several military commanders who have met Xiaoye hope that Xiaoye can pass after graduation. Our school does not need to come forward. They are all blocked by the military department."
"Now I see Xiaoye who is injured, Lao Yue, I now suspect that Xiaoye is afraid of fulfilling her wish in advance."
The director's light sigh made Political Commissar Yue frowned, "You mean... has already gone in?"
"Otherwise? How to explain the injury?"
Political commissar Yue, who no longer pressed his temples, frowned and nodded, "Your suspicion is correct, I'm afraid you have already entered."
"Good seedlings will shine everywhere, and now that volunteers are fulfilled, it will be more like a fish in water."
The director smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Good Miaozi does shine wherever she goes, but the path she chose is too dangerous, which is really worrying."
Political commissar Yue said: "We respect her choice as the sword refers to the military. We respect her choice. The military road is difficult, and Xiaoye himself is very good. Now he has walked the most difficult road, the outstanding qualities of contemporary soldiers. Shine on her."
"I support her, and I hope she will have greater achievements in the future, and serve the motherland with a single ability, so that she can live up to this military uniform."
The political commissar Yue, who came from a field army, supported Ye Jian's choice. He believed that he had to be a soldier in order to be truly radiant. If he was comfortable, the army would not welcome it.
After a brief pause, Political Commissar Yue seemed to have discovered something, and his face suddenly became extra serious, "This is not right!"