The first time in history

Since Su Yao became Qian Mingduo's personal bodyguard, she has been with him day and night.

In that distant border, the wind and sand were everywhere, and it seemed that everything was stained with a desolate color. Su Yao was standing there, and beside her was the heroic Qian Mingduo, and in her heart, a seed called love was quietly taking root and sprouting.

At first, Su Yao's impression of Qian Mingduo was just that he was a man of outstanding ability and both civil and military talents.

Life at the border is tense and cruel, and you may face enemy raids every day. Qian Mingduo's rigorous and serious training of soldiers and his bravery on the battlefield make Su Yao respect him.

She watched him deploy his troops and gallop across the battlefield, just like seeing the brightest stars in the night sky. At that time, her affection for him was like the new buds that had just sprouted in early spring, fresh but not conspicuous, but she would pay more attention to him inadvertently.

As the days passed, life at the border was long and monotonous, but Qian Mingduo was like a ray of light shining into this monotony.

Once, the enemy attacked at night, and Su Yao's camp was hit. In the chaos, Qian Mingduo came like a god, protecting Su Yao. He swung the sword in his hand with a sharp sword flower, repelling the enemies one by one. At that moment, Su Yao looked at his back, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

She smelled the unique smell of sweat and blood on his body, and felt the hot temperature he exuded to protect herself. After that, Su Yao looked at Qian Mingduo with a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

She began to actively seek him out to discuss military affairs, and would patrol the camp with him in her spare time. Every exchange, every exchange of glances, was like a shower of sweet rain on the buds of love, allowing them to thrive.

As time went by, Su Yao's feelings for Qian Mingduo grew deeper. Once, Qian Mingduo was accidentally injured during training, and Su Yao rushed to his tent anxiously. Looking at his frown and bandaged wound, Su Yao's eyes turned red.

She personally prepared medicine for him and took good care of him. In those days, she stayed by his bedside, looking at his sleeping face, and her heart was filled with ripples.

She realized that this man had occupied an important place in her heart. She no longer just admired his talent and martial arts, but more of a feeling of heartache and a desire to always be by his side. This emotion was like a vine, tightly wrapped around her heart.

The journey back to Beijing to report on work was long, and Su Yao and Qian Mingduo rode side by side. Along the way, they passed through mountains and forests and crossed rivers. Qian Mingduo would share his thoughts with Su Yao as they passed by beautiful scenery.

His voice was low and magnetic, echoing in Su Yao's ears like the most beautiful music. Su Yao listened quietly, her eyes always staying on his profile.

The well-defined outline and the bright and deep eyes fascinated her. Sometimes, Qian Mingduo would turn his head and meet Su Yao's eyes. The two smiled at each other. At that moment, Su Yao felt her heart melt. She knew that her feelings for him were like a surging tide that could not be contained.

After returning to Beijing, Su Yao's love for Qian Mingduo has penetrated deep into her bones. She would be happy all day because of his smile, and would be secretly sad because of his occasional sadness. She began to care about his opinion of her, and dressed up carefully every time she was with him, hoping to leave the most beautiful appearance in his eyes.