On the way back to the dormitory, Han Yongchun, originally in a cheerful mood, wanted to talk to me, but remembering that he just got beaten up in the daytime, he scampered off like a rabbit.
Today, the entire War Wolf Rescue Team from top to bottom got a drilling from Xu Qigang. Anyone who went to the notice board and saw the news had to endure a fifty-kilometer weighted cross-country punishment. Those in the transmission room had to do an additional one thousand pushups. Zhou Hong, Chen Baoshan, Li Duoxi, Wu Houhai, and others who distributed newspapers had to write an additional ten thousand word self-criticism.
Living Yama made a note for the factory newspaper too, for daring to print a photo of his wife on the front page, which was simply asking for trouble.
Whenever Xu Qigang thought about the countless people in other districts who had saved his wife’s photo, he clenched his fists as if ready to lash out.
He furrowed his brow, locked the dormitory door from the inside, and turned off the living room light before heading back to his bedroom.
Trained specially, his sensitivity was notably heightened in the darkness.
Entering his room, the familiar fragrance wafted through his nose, tensing Xu Qigang’s nerves and even blanking his mind for a moment.
He squinted dangerously at a slight bulge under the covers, a ludicrous idea springing to mind.
It must be his imagination, the longing so deep that it created hallucinations.
Xu Qigang approached the bed step by step, and when he lifted the covers, it indeed turned out to be the small woman he had been longing for day and night.
His throat moved up and down, his heart racing in the darkness.
Having just come back from a shower, Xu Qigang’s clothes were very light. He pursed his lips, trying to calm himself quickly. As he turned to switch on the light, she suddenly hugged him from behind.
His tall and erect figure instantly stiffened.
Xu Qigang stood frozen in place, afraid to move as any slight motion might lead him to pounce on this small woman.
He dared not move, but Sheng Ning was daring. She was fearless and could climb to the skies with just a ladder.
She’d been sleeping hazily, dreaming about all of her past life and this present one, the whole dream hazy, illogical yet absurdly possible.
Awakening, she couldn’t recall the details clearly, but the despair, loneliness, pain, and hatred were vivid. It all seemed as if it had happened just yesterday, so vivid, relentlessly forcing her to relive it all over.
Opening her eyes, she feared Xu Qigang would leave her, and she would end up dying alone and destitute.
So, when she felt someone approaching, she subconsciously hugged the person.
The man’s familiar scent filled her nostrils. Sheng Ning blinked, and under the faint moonlight from the window, she recalled that she had come to find Xu Qigang and had fallen asleep in his bed.
"You’re finally back, I’ve been waiting for you so long," she murmured in confusion.
Wait... What’s happening here? She... she’s not wearing any clothes!
Oh! Good heavens! Sheng Ning felt like slapping herself; she had unconsciously reverted to her habit of sleeping naked.
He must have noticed with his sharp senses, right? Since he noticed, might as well be a lost cause and stop caring.
"Xiao Ning!" Xu Qigang’s voice was deep and husky, his body stiff as steel. "How did you get here?"
"I missed you, so I came to see you," Sheng Ning said, hugging his waist from behind, her sinuous waist coiling around him.
"Xiao Ning, put your clothes on."
"I am wearing clothes!" Someone blatantly lied, "If you don’t believe me, turn around and see.