A special forces soldier traveled through time and space to become a genius of literature and martia

When Song Yanshu returned, the tent was very quiet, and Qin Zhichu had fallen asleep on the bed. She slept peacefully, with a faint blush on her cheeks, perhaps she was still immersed in those sweet thoughts before going to sleep.

Song Yanshu looked at her sleeping face, his heart full of tenderness, but also a little embarrassed for a moment. Although they were husband and wife, it was an agreement after all. Even if they knew each other's feelings, they were not yet husband and wife.

He paced in the tent, wondering where he should sleep at night. He didn't want to just lie down on the bed, for fear of disturbing Qin Zhichu or being rude to her.

After hesitating for a long time, Song Yanshu tiptoed to the low couch beside him, found a thin blanket to cover himself, and planned to spend the night on the couch.

However, the couch was quite narrow and he could not move freely when lying on it. But he did not care about the discomfort. The little things he had experienced with Qin Zhichu during the first few days of his marriage kept emerging in his mind, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly unconsciously.

As the night deepened, perhaps because the night air was a little too cool, Qin Zhichu unconsciously wrapped the quilt tightly in his sleep, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he had a bad dream.

When Song Yanshu heard the noise, he quickly got up and walked to the bedside, calling softly: "Zhichu, Zhichu, are you having a nightmare?"

Qin Zhichu heard Song Yanshu's voice in a daze, and slowly opened his eyes. After seeing the person in front of him clearly, he came back to his senses. His voice was still soft and glutinous, as if he had just woken up: "Yanshu, you're back. Have you finished discussing the military situation?"

Song Yanshu nodded. Seeing her concerned look, he felt warm in his heart and replied, "Well, we have discussed it. You seemed to have had a nightmare just now, but are you cold?"

Qin Zhichu sat up and shook his head. He then realized that Song Yanshu was only covered with a thin blanket. The low couch was where he had originally planned to sleep. He couldn't help but ask with some confusion and some heartache: "Why are you sleeping on that low couch? It's so cold at night. The bed is so big, just come up and sleep."

Song Yanshu blushed slightly when he heard this, and said uncomfortably: "I am a grown man and I am not afraid of the cold. I will stay on the low couch for one night. I will have someone clean up the next room tomorrow..."

Qin Zhichu just looked at him without saying a word, his eyes full of a firmness that could not be refused. That look seemed to have the magic power to see through all of Song Yanshu's excuses.

Song Yanshu felt more and more embarrassed when she looked at him, and he looked away unconsciously, but his heart felt like a deer beating in panic, and he didn't know what to do.

"It's getting late, you should go to bed..." After saying that, he stood up and tried to walk towards the couch.

Qin Zhichu grabbed his hand from behind, not letting him get up. With a domineering and coquettish look in her eyes, she said, "Duke, do you still want to become a husband and wife by agreement? Hmm?"

Qin Zhichu paused, then leaned slightly closer to Song Yanshu, and breathed softly into his ear. Her voice was soft and tender, and it carried a hint of impermissibility, as she said, "Husband, we haven't seen each other for so long, are you still thinking of sleeping separately from me? So your love for me is fake?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Zhichu increased the strength in his hands and pulled Song Yanshu to the couch with all his strength. Song Yanshu lost his balance and leaned forward, pressing on Qin Zhichu. Their eyes met instantly, and the air around them seemed to become hot and ambiguous at this moment.

Song Yanshu blushed at her strong behavior and wanted to get up, but looking at Qin Zhichu's eyes full of expectation and love, he couldn't bear to do it.

Qin Zhichu mustered up her courage and took the initiative to put her arms around his neck. For a moment, their eyes met, and sparks seemed to flicker where their gazes met. Their breathing inadvertently became rapid, as if the air around them had become thinner, filled with a tense and ambiguous atmosphere.

Qin Zhichu raised his head slightly, with a hint of shyness in his eyes but incomparably firm, and said softly: "Yanshu, I... I fell in love with you since the first time I saw you. What family forced marriage, what agreement marriage, those are just excuses I found, just thinking that there will be a reason so that I can get close to you naturally..."

After saying that, he took out a jade pendant from his arms and placed it in Song Yanshu's hand. It was the one he had lost in the moat.

Song Yanshu looked at the familiar jade pendant in his hand, and was greatly shocked. His memory was instantly pulled back to the scene in the moat. At that time, he was full of despair and threw the jade pendant into the river. He never thought that Qin Zhichu would quietly find it.

He held the jade pendant tightly, his fingers turning slightly white from the force, his eyes filled with complex emotions including touch, surprise, and more importantly, heartache for the deep affection of the person in front of him.

"Zhi Chu, how can I be so worthy of your attention?"

Song Yanshu's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes remained on the jade pendant.

Qin Zhichu's eyes turned red as she saw Song Yanshu's moved expression. She reached out and covered Song Yanshu's hand that was tightly holding the jade pendant. She said softly but firmly:

"Yanshu, in my heart, you are worthy of all the care in this world. From the moment I first saw you, you were like a beam of light shining into my world. You are all in my heart and eyes. Even if I just stay by your side silently, I am happy."

After hearing her heartfelt words, Song Yanshu was greatly shocked and his eyes were filled with emotion. He wanted to say something, but found that his throat seemed to be choked by something and he couldn't utter a word for a long time. He just stared at Qin Zhichu quietly, as if he wanted to deeply imprint her appearance at this moment in his heart.

After a long time, Song Yanshu slowly came back to his senses. He stared at the jade pendant in his hand. Then, he gently took Qin Zhichu's hand and carefully placed the jade pendant in her palm. He kept his eyes fixed on hers and said seriously:

"Zhichu, this jade pendant is a family heirloom passed down from generation to generation in my Song family. It has always been passed down to the daughters-in-law of the Song family. Now, I hand it over to you, and from now on, you will keep it."

Qin Zhichu looked at the jade pendant in her palm, her eyes full of surprise and emotion. She said with a choked voice: "Husband, I will cherish it and will not let you down, nor will I let down the Song family's kindness."

Seeing how cherished she was, Song Yanshu raised a gentle smile. He reached out and gently smoothed the hair that fell by her ears, his eyes full of doting:

"Zhichu, I will never let you suffer any injustice again. I will protect you for the rest of your life."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently stroked Qin Zhichu's cheek, caressing the delicate skin with his fingertips. The love in his eyes could no longer be concealed, and it surged out like a bursting dam tide.

Qin Zhichu tilted his head slightly and gently placed his face on his hand, feeling the warm touch, with a happy arc on the corner of his mouth.

She whispered, "Husband, we will be together forever."

After saying that, Qin Zhichu mustered up his courage and slowly kissed Song Yanshu's lips. At that moment, it seemed as if time had stopped, and the whole world was left with only the warmth and softness between each other's lips. They were intoxicated in this passionate kiss, and the air around them seemed to be stained with a sweet breath.

After kissing for a while, Qin Zhichu panted slightly, her cheeks flushed. She looked at Song Yanshu and said softly but clearly: "I do."

When Song Yanshu heard these three words, he took a deep breath and stared into Qin Zhichu's eyes, as if he wanted to imprint her current appearance deeply in his heart. The love in his eyes could no longer be hidden and surged out like a surging tide.

Without further ado, the two of them understood each other, and in this tent filled with love, they successfully completed the belated marriage consummation ceremony. The flickering candlelight illuminated their intertwined figures, full of tenderness and affection.

That night, they will release their love for each other without reservation, and blend each other's body and mind in the most intimate way, becoming a couple who truly support each other and share weal and woe. This will also make this relationship even more indestructible at this special moment, and take deep root in each other's hearts, becoming the most precious and unforgettable memory of their lives.