Chapter 3 Every time we meet is like a dream

  But she used all her strength and finally stood in front of him, didn't she?

  She can finally look at him so closely and openly!

  This is her husband, Ning Zhenqian, from Dian Nan.

  Intense sunlight and ultraviolet rays gave him a highland-colored skin, dark, rough, with peeling in many places, all the result of years of wind and sun exposure, especially his lips, dry and cracked, with white dry skin rolled up on the surface.

  She suddenly thought, what would it be like if such a kiss were on her own lips?

  As she thought about it, her lips seemed to have a rough, crawling sensation, itching and painful from the dry, chapped skin.

  "I... am Ning Zhenqian." The sudden voice interrupted her reverie. He was making such a proper self-introduction, as if to say, had she forgotten his appearance?

  Her face was flushed, Taozi, do you have to stare at people like that? At the same time, she also found it amusing. They were a married couple, but her husband was introducing himself when he came home, wasn't this laughable?

  "Oh... come in... please come in..." She was a bit flustered, her words incoherent. They had been married for several months already, but she still didn't know how to behave in front of him.

  But this can't be blamed on her, after all, it's only the second time they've met since getting married, and she hasn't had a chance to learn how to live with him under the same roof yet.

  "You...haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll go cook!" She thought to herself, the weather was bad, from Yunnan to here, it's really been a long journey, and probably didn't eat well along the way.

  "Uh... no need to bother, just cook some noodles!"

  He walked into the house, carrying a gust of cold wind, mixed with the breath of a long journey and his unique masculine scent, and when he passed in front of her, her breathing suddenly became urgent.

  He walked and took off his overcoat, revealing a military sweater underneath. As he moved, the sweater outlined his sturdy physique. Taozi stared at his tall back, and without touching him, she could feel the hardness of the muscles under his clothes.

  Every move he made, every breath he took, even the oppressive air in the room since he entered, was telling her that this was a real iron-like man...

  He hung up his overcoat himself and glanced around the room.

  This house is his home. To him, however, it's a place that couldn't be more unfamiliar. In his lifetime, this is only the second time he has set foot in it. As for the first time, it was on their wedding night; he didn't even have time to get a clear look at the house before leaving...

  However, as he scanned the room, his eyebrows gradually furrowed. What was going on here? The sofa had pillows piled east and west, a large stack of food bags on the coffee table, empty and unopened ones all mixed together, the fruit in the plate had been devoured, leaving a pile of peels proudly displayed, and as for books, they were scattered all over the place...

  He didn't say another word and started cleaning up.

  "That... I didn't know you were coming back today... so..." She bit her lip. This is a disaster... After waiting for him to come back once, she welcomed him with such a terrible "battlefield appearance". Didn't she know that in the army, even a toothbrush and a cup had to be placed in designated places, and internal affairs had to be meticulous?

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