The real fortune is not lost, change the start to train the dog

Chapter 551 You don’t want me anymore

Qin Lingzheng walked around downstairs for a few times and waited and waited, but he never saw Bai Yuan coming back.

The anxiety and uneasiness that had finally faded away gradually returned to my heart.

The feeling of being at a loss made him feel that the space around him became infinitely wide, everything was stretched out, and layers of illusory shadows and sounds began to appear.

The urgent desire to find something to prove that Bai Yuanzhen really existed urged him to return to the room with weak legs.

After entering the room, Qin Lingzheng's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his lips were bloodless, and his face was frighteningly pale.

He stood at the door and gathered himself.

After returning to the room where Bai Yuan's traces were, he smelled the familiar scent and touched the objects he could touch.

After distinguishing reality from illusion, Qin Lingzheng turned and went into the bathroom to wash his face under the faucet.

The cold temperature on his face made him sober up a little, and his complexion gradually returned to normal.

After drying his hands, Qin Lingzheng pressed the wound on his waist with trembling fingertips as usual until the pain came again, stimulating his somewhat numb nerves, and then he began to feel better.

After leaving the bathroom, Qin Lingzheng sat back on the bed.

This time he didn't go anywhere. He stayed in the room obediently, enduring endless depression and seemingly endless anxiety, patiently waiting for time to pass.

One point, two points.

Eight points, ten points...

During this time, whenever Qin Lingzheng felt dazed, he would stand up and walk around the room, touching here and looking there, a bit like a small animal locked in a zoo that had developed stereotyped behaviors, turning around in circles repetitively and stereotypedly in a palm-sized space.

After a wait that seemed like a century, there was finally a sound at the door.

Qin Lingzheng, who had been waiting, became alert instantly. He stood up from where he had been sitting, staring at the crack in the door, waiting for the familiar figure to appear in front of him again as expected.

He returned to the room with the transfer documents. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Qin Lingzheng standing up like a meerkat and staring at him blankly.

Bai Yuan gave him a strange look, handed him the document, walked past him, went straight to the bedside, and took out a pen from the drawer:

"Have you put on the clothes? How is the size? I have a few more pieces. You can try them on later. Sign the transfer order first. I'll send it to you after you sign it—"

Before she could finish, a large shadow fell from above her head, and a hot and strong body pressed against her back.

At the same time, a pair of hands tightly grasped her waist, followed by a rough and provocative touch at the base of her neck.

"Bai Yuan——"

Qin Lingzheng hugged her from behind, bending his tall back downward, and brought her into his arms little by little in a way that pressed on her without actually overwhelming her. He rested his chin on the crook of her neck that he had been longing for all the way, and whispered something in her ear.

Then he lowered his head again, leaning listlessly on her shoulder, and a muffled voice squeezed out of his nose, suppressing and aggrieved... with a slight sob.

"You don't want me anymore..."

——I thought you didn’t want me anymore.

In this position, Bai Yuan reached back to touch his head and was just about to grab his hair and lift him up.

She ran her fingers through his wiry hair, before she could grab it forcefully.

Suddenly I felt something burning my shoulder.

Qin Lingzheng's hoarse voice, like begging, mixed with his tears that fell on her shoulders, soaking her clothes and burning her skin.

"...Don't leave me."

"...I'll obey you."

"Bai Yuan..."

"Bai Yuan..."

One sound after another, like a cat scratching, the voice was bloody as if it had been cut, and it was very hoarse.

Bai Yuan paused for a moment, feeling that the man behind him seemed to be shaking uncontrollably, so he slowed down his movements and gently rubbed his hair to comfort him:

"What do I want you to do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Yuan felt the person behind him become stiff as if frozen, and the two arms around his waist unconsciously tightened, and then stroked his hair again, and said slowly:

"You are an independent individual. You don't belong to anyone but yourself."

Hearing this, Qin Lingzheng slowly relaxed his body again, and as if to remedy a false alarm, he nudged his head towards her neck and said in a muffled voice:

"I will be good..."

"I want to go home..."

"You can go back if you want." Bai Yuan said, "You refuse to leave. How many times have I invited you? You are so arrogant."

Qin Lingzheng choked and made a sound like a puppy being kicked in the butt.

He opened his mouth and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence from his throat:

"…I was wrong. Don't chase me away again when I go back this time."

It’s not that he doesn’t want to go home, it’s that he has a home but can’t go back.

He was sent out by Bai Yuan in the first place. How could he come back without her words and nod?

He was sent away and hadn't been home for five whole years. He was really scared and definitely didn't want to go through another five years.

Of course, he didn't dare mention that he had sneaked back once.

She didn't even dare to mention her boyfriend, with whom she had been dating for five years, at this time.

Five years, that is, as soon as I left, she found someone else.

Qin Lingzheng's dark eyes flickered, and he suppressed the complex emotions of crazy jealousy, humming and groaning:

"I'll do whatever you tell me to do."

"I'll obey..."

Bai Yuan was used to being a rebellious bad dog that would destroy the house and chase and bite his heels, so now he was facing a good adult dog with a stable personality and would do whatever he was told.

A little too well-behaved.

Is this still the original one?

Listening to Qin Lingzheng's whining voice, Bai Yuan rubbed his head a few more times.

At the same time, I felt the movement in my neck again, and even allowed him to briefly press his chest, which was emitting heat like a stove, against me on such a hot day.

As she touched it, she suddenly felt that something was not right.

Noticing the clue, Bai Yuan was tightening his fingers along the other's head, grabbed a handful of Qin Lingzheng's hair, and half lifted and half pulled his head off his shoulder.

During the whole process, Qin Lingzheng did not resist. He raised his chin according to her strength, revealing a face with scarlet eyes, an abnormal blush on his face, and a fragile, broken and somewhat blurred face.

Bai Yuan turned her head and pulled his hair left and right, flipping it up and down. Qin Lingzheng also lowered his eyes and stared at her face, obediently responding to her strength, showing off his handsome face that had been confirmed by many parties from all angles.

After watching for a while, Bai Yuan maintained the posture of grasping his hair, but moved his palm down a few inches and placed his palm on his forehead.

Feeling the endless heat coming from his skin, Bai Yuan finally let go of his hair, covered his forehead with his whole hand, and frowned slightly:

"You have a fever."

Qin Lingzheng, whose head was dizzy from the fever and whose ears could not distinguish the splits, flat and rolled tongue, had a flash of embarrassment on his face. His eyes, which were full of mist and moisture, flickered and he moved aside embarrassedly, half-heartedly saying:

"I didn't, how can you slander someone for no reason——"

I haven't seen you for a few years, and Bai Yuan's words are so bold!

After touching his scalding forehead, Bai Yuan first touched his perfect face, his neck with muscles as tight as strings, and then followed his collarbone through his collar to his clothes...

Qin Lingzheng:!!!

Bai Yuan's hands were very cold, and wherever they passed, instead of soothing the heat, they fanned a series of flames like a prairie fire.

Hot hot hot!

Hungry hungry hungry!

The flame of desire ignited in his eyes, burning his remaining sanity. The hand on Bai Yuan's waist changed from supporting her back to tightly grasping the fabric of her shirt. The protruding blue veins on the back of his hand showed the ever-tight restraint and boundaries.

He thought vaguely with his not-so-bright brain:

If it was Bai Yuan... would I be half-hearted or...

Wouldn’t it seem too casual?

Men can't be too casual, but this is Bai Yuan...

Bai Yuan...

After Bai Yuan confirmed that Qin Lingzheng's temperature was too high and got the answer she wanted, she pulled her hand, which still had the other person's temperature, out of his collar.

Remembering the conversation between Bai Ou and the military district chief during the inspection, Bai Yuan straightened his collar, which had been messed up by him, and asked:

"Are you injured? Where is the wound?"

He had just taken a shower. If the wound was new or had not healed completely, rashly getting it wet might cause inflammation and lead to fever.

Listening to Bai Yuan's question, Qin Lingzheng's muddled brain automatically processed it as a natural flirtation in this atmosphere, and he said in a hoarse voice with affection:

"Down there...abdominal muscles...feel them yourself..."

As he said this, he grabbed Bai Yuan's hand and tucked it into the hem of his shirt.

Upon hearing this and knowing where the wound was, Bai Yuan didn't bother and simply unbuttoned the bottom two buttons of his shirt.

The eyes are inevitably attracted for a second by the neat, tight, deliberately taut lines and abdominal muscles.

Then he refocused his attention on the wound on his waist and abdomen that had just been stitched.

There are five stitches in total, and the stitches are neat and beautiful, with exquisite technique. Even a layman can tell at a glance that the stitches will only leave a very small scar.

The stitches were not stretched, the edges of the wound were turned white by blisters, and the surrounding area was stained with spread yellow - serum.

Bai Yuan turned over the hem of the shirt again and saw a small blood stain that had soaked through the fabric.

"Bleeding."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Lingzheng's waist stiffened, and he instinctively reached out to pull his shirt to cover the wound. The ugly scar and blood stains swirled in his mind, and he apologized first:

"I'm sorry, I got my clothes dirty, I—"

The clothes that Bai Yuan brought for him were soiled by him after he had worn them for less than an hour. He had let Bai Yuan down. Bai Yuan had obsessive-compulsive disorder and she must think he was extremely dirty now.

He was dejected and didn't dare to look at Bai Yuan's expression, for fear of seeing disgust for himself in her eyes.

The wound was too much of a nuisance to be covered by the fabric of the clothes, so Bai Yuan pinched the hem of the shirt and put it to Qin Lingzheng's mouth, "Hold it in your mouth."

When Qin Lingzheng opened his mouth and bit it without thinking, he blocked his chattering. As the shirt was pulled higher, the mottled scars that spread from the abdomen all the way up to the chest were fully exposed in front of Bai Yuan.

She did a quick count and found that there were seven or eight visible at a glance, with one gunshot wound each on the abdomen and chest, and the rest were scattered knife scars.

As for whether there were similar wounds on the back and other parts of the body, Bai Yuan had no way of knowing since he did not search, but it can be inferred that there must be many.

Except for the wound on the abdomen that caused the fever, the rest of the wounds had healed, and the new tender flesh was a light pink color.

The deepest one points directly to the heart, and the shallowest one extends from the chest all the way to the upper abdominal muscles.

The scars of varying depths have already revealed the dangerous and life-threatening experiences Qin Lingzheng had in the past two years while guarding the border and fighting against bandits.

Qin Lingzheng turned his head uncomfortably as he was stabbed by Bai Yuanluo's burning gaze. He felt a sense of inferiority and couldn't help wanting to hide, wanting to escape from Bai Yuanluo's gaze on his scar.

He wanted to push Bai Yuan away and run away, but he couldn't bear to give up her wholehearted attention at this moment. He also wanted to reach out to block it, fearing that she would dislike him and say something embarrassing.

"Don't, don't look at it..." He bit the corner of his shirt and stammered, "It is a little ugly, it's all the fault of the quack doctor, he didn't sew it up properly, there are scars all over..."

"What a stupid thing to say."

Looking at his wounds, even Bai Yuan was somewhat moved.

Guarding the border has never been an easy task. Countless soldiers have used their blood and flesh to build indestructible lines of defense and barriers.

There were injuries, sacrifices, deaths in action, and no remains left.

They are true warriors and heroes, worthy of the respect and admiration of all Chinese people.

There used to be a saying that "scars are a man's medal."

These scars obtained from fighting for our country are worthy of being called true medals and honors.

The boy who used to do nothing in the compound and was always causing trouble and teasing cats and dogs has now achieved such success. He has been transformed into a person worthy of admiration and is honored with glory.

It was not until this time that Bai Yuan truly realized that Qin Lingzheng had grown up and became an adult male and an upright soldier.

Five years can actually make a person make such a big change.

She looked at the scars in front of her, lowered her eyes, placed her palm on one of them, gently covered it, felt the unevenness brought by the scar, and asked in a low voice:

"Does it hurt?"

Qin Lingzheng originally wanted to pretend to be a tough guy in front of Bai Yuan, and patted his chest nonchalantly and said that these were just minor injuries, and that a lost head would only leave a scar the size of a bowl.

But Bai Yuan's hands were so soft, and her gentle caress made him feel as if he was falling into the clouds, floating in the air. For no reason, he felt a strong sense of grievance, and his nose was so sore that he gasped.

"pain."

At this moment, the high wall that had been erected since he met Bai Yuan collapsed and disintegrated.

Qin Lingzheng's eyes were red, and he sniffed hard, tears welling up in his eyes. He vented out all the resentment, grievance, and complaints that had been mixed in his heart over the years, and turned them into one sentence -

“…It hurts.”

"Bai Yuan, it hurts so much that I'm about to die."

“…I thought I was dead.”

"...Are you going to wait until I die before you come to see me?"

"You won't come to see me even if I die."

"Bai Yuan, it hurts."