"Give me your hand, let’s wash it first. Your palms were all sweaty just now and you were about to touch your face with them. Aren’t you afraid of infecting your wound? It would be a disaster if you scar your face!" He Zhilan scolded He Teng when she saw what he was doing. She quickly took his hand, leading it to the small washbasin. Her seriousness was like a teacher guiding preschool children.
He Teng froze, allowing He Zhilan to wash his hand and dry it with a cloth. When she let go, his hand, almost reflexively, reached out and clasped hers in a firm grip.
"What’s wrong?" He Zhilan looked at He Teng in confusion. "Didn’t you say you had something to tell me?"
He Teng nodded. Yes, he did have something to tell Zhilan. But the thing he wanted to do more at this moment was something else.
"Why did you suddenly kiss me that day?"
Caught in He Zhilan’s questioning gaze, He Teng unexpectedly blurted out a question.
"What?" He Zhilan felt stunned, then responded, "Consider it as me being unable control my feelings!" then, she turned away with thoughts racing over He Teng’s unexpected question.
"What about now?" As he asked the question, He Teng intentionally turned his face just like he did that day. After waiting for a while and seeing no movement from Zhilan, he turned back with a touch of disappointment to find that she wasn’t looking at him at all.
Although he had scolded He Zhilan that day, deep down, He Teng liked her impulsiveness. Especially at this moment, if it wasn’t for being in the hospital, if they were at home, he would definitely also be unable to resist being intimate with her.
To be noted, little He Teng, under Zhilan’s meticulous care, had been standing at attention, at ease, standing at attention, and at ease again countless times in the past half a month or so.
Being a vigorous young man, and newly married to boot, He Teng would be less than a real man if he did not have some desires in the face of his charming wife.
But, despite the desires, as he wasn’t a scoundrel at heart, the only thing He Teng could do was endure. As he watched Zhilan, he forced himself to move away from such thoughts.
"After the results of this round of checkups come out, if it is confirmed that there is no problem, I plan to apply to go back to the unit to recuperate. There are military doctors in the troop. Minor things can be handled by them, and the troop would arrange for me to have follow-ups at local hospitals. The beds at the General Military Hospital are in demand every day. I’m just occupying a bed by staying here. Besides, you have to run back and forth every day; staying here is boring for me and you’re getting tired too." He Teng shared his plans with Zhilan in advance, so as to avoid the abruptness of the army’s approval which might make Zhilan cry behind his back.
With her head down, He Zhilan didn’t say anything. Actually, given her understanding of He Teng, she was not surprised by his decision. But, he brought it up so suddenly, even before the checkup results were out.
The only thought in He Zhilan’s mind was that she didn’t want to part with him.
It seemed that seeing He Teng every day for the past half a month or so had become a habit. Being with him seemed to have become an indispensable part of her life.
It even felt like she was living a few years ahead of time. Unlike her current routine of attending school during the day and coming to the hospital at night, she unexpectedly longed for the life where she would go to work during the day and return at night to a home with He Teng. And then, they would enter their dreams together.