Part Three, Chapter 81: Mutual Understanding

that Lin Zhiyao would be at a disadvantage if they were left alone together. 。Lin Zhicheng, although also a shrewd person, acts straightforwardly. He's just afraid of Wen Jian playing dirty tricks. 。...After returning from the bathroom, he continued to exert his superhuman strength in bed.

So Chen Ling thought she wouldn't be able to sleep because of the time difference, but as it got to midnight, she was so tired that she fell asleep directly. Plus, with him beside her, she slept soundly.

The next day, she woke up a little dazed, feeling as if she were still abroad. It wasn't until she heard his steady breathing and felt his strong arms around her waist that she realized she was home.

He hadn't woken up yet, so she just stared at him, motionless. She was staring blankly. He seemed unchanging. Since the first time she saw him, he had looked this way, and after all these years, he still did. Only his temperament was more mature and reserved. She thought that was the most charming age for a man.

My waist suddenly tightened as he pulled me into his arms, even closer than before. Our faces were completely pressed together.

Isn't he still asleep

Song Jingye was still asleep, but a lazy smile played on his lips. He rubbed his face against hers: "Sleep for a little while longer."

He's been pretty stressed lately. The R&D base number 10 was just set up, and everything is starting from scratch. Plus, he's constantly worried about her safety abroad. With the time difference, he's hardly slept well.

Curled up in the safe and comforting embrace, Chen Ling didn't even want to turn over, content to just lie there. Honestly, after last night's exertions, they both just collapsed into bed without bothering with clothes.

The warmth trapped under the covers, heating each other's skin, made them feel more awake with every passing moment. How could they possibly fall asleep

Song Jingye suddenly rolled over and kissed her while asking, "Are you going to the office this morning"

The sentence “Today’s a rest day, I’ll go tomorrow” was spoken in broken spurts.

"Okay."

The morning sun streamed through the window, casting dappled shadows that danced and shifted across the room. A sunlit room, a room filled with charm.

It ended after a long time.

Song Jingye propped his hands on either side of her, leaned down and looked at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes glistening with moisture. He lowered his head and kissed her eye again, tucking the stray hairs behind her ear to reveal her features - elegant and dignified, he grew more and more delighted with each glance.

They both seemed very serious, even internally, but because they were in love, they were willing to give themselves completely to each other and please each other. This was the kind of love and sex he wanted, and it felt perfect.

His gaze was too intense, Chen Ning felt a bit embarrassed and turned her head slightly to say: "Go take a shower first, I'll wash later."

"Would you like me to help you" he asked.

"No," she replied firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. She had helped out last night, but now wasn't sure what she'd actually accomplished.

"Good." He pushed himself up with his hands and walked straight to the bathroom.

Chen Ling looked back at his retreating figure, her face flushed again. His shoulders were broad and straight, his muscles firm and glistening with sweat from earlier. There were faint red marks on them, and she couldn't help but think of the word "back-kill," which left her completely smitten.

After about half an hour, he came out with wet hair and wearing his usual black shirt, radiating a wild and vibrant energy.

He casually brushed his hair back and walked toward her, leaning down to ask, "Shall I carry you to wash"

Chen Ning shook her head. She had already put on her clothes while he was taking a shower, and now she was dressed neatly as she went to the bathroom. Even though they had been intimate many times, she still felt embarrassed to be "candid" in broad daylight.

She went to take a bath. Since her foot couldn't touch water, she washed a little slowly. Song Jingye went to the car outside and brought back her suitcase that he had left behind last night.

After Chen Ling came back, the room had already been cleaned up. The bed was neatly made, and everything was in order. It was a good habit he developed during his many years of military life.

Chen Ning asked him back, "Do you have any plans for today"

Her company gave them a day off to rest, but she guessed he must be very busy working.

"Today, I'm with you. What do you have planned" he asked.

Chen Ling listened and became happy: "I'm going to the hospital this morning to change my dressing and check on my recovery. I'm having dinner at the class monitor's place tonight, they called me."

"Okay." He specially adjusted his work schedule to come back, he only had two days free, and after that he still had to go to the research base to preside over the work, so these two days he would accompany her specially.

After having breakfast, the two drove to the hospital.

It's quite a coincidence that the patient today was the intern who Dr. Su had brought before, who just became a regular doctor and is doing their first independent home visit today.

Seeing Chen Ning and Song Jingye arrive, I was deeply impressed. I joked, "You two are taking turns getting injured. You're really in sync."

Chen Ning smiled and sat down on the chair beside her. Song Jingye thoughtfully squatted beside her and helped roll up her trouser legs.

“The wound has almost healed. You can just come back for a follow-up check next time after changing the dressing.”

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Probably because of Dr. Su, this doctor seemed familiar with them and said: 'I've seen your videos saving people in the country, and the interviews too, you're amazing! Watching it made me nervous, this injury must be from that time, right'"

Chen Ling returned a slightly awkward nod. In her view, it was just a normal gesture, nothing worthy of being exaggerated or praised.

Just when things were getting awkward, the doctor changed the subject: "You know, a lot of my colleagues watched your interview. They all thought you and Xu Haichen were a couple, but I debunked that rumor for them back then."

Chen Ling reminisced, "Ah, how are the interns brought out by Dr. Su so outgoing And it just so happens that this department has few patients and doctors have time to chat."

Song Jingye frowned slightly at first, but when he heard her say she would help debunk the rumors, his expression softened a little.

"But they don't believe me, because there are several videos online of you two debating in school back when you were students. He was always on your side."

When Chen Ning saw that Song Jingye's face had visibly worsened, she quickly interrupted the doctor and said, "Please continue, Doctor. I'll come back for a follow-up in a couple of days."

After that, she pulled Song Jingye away from the examination room.

Actually, Chen Ling and Xu Haichen unexpectedly went viral because of that interview. It came as a surprise to them both. She knew many people online were interested in the two of them, digging up all sorts of activities they had participated in together during their university days.

Nowadays, netizens love drama and gossip. They enjoy piecing together clues to confirm their own theories. Since both she and Xu Haocen are attractive and successful in their careers, they have a certain aura about them, which has fueled the enthusiasm of online fans. This is something they can't control, so they can only choose to ignore it and wait for the hype to die down.

After leaving the hospital and getting into the car, she cautiously glanced at Song Jingye. He remained expressionless, showing no discernible emotions.

"Internet users are just bored, they actually know it's fake, it's just a form of entertainment," she explained.

Song Jingye: "Mm."uann thought for a moment, then plucked up her courage and persuaded: "Brother, time may be a good medicine, but even good medicine needs to be simmered carefully with fuel. If we just let it take its...