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The mental strain of being on the front lines completely vanished at that moment, and Ji Yuan finally got a good night's sleep, something he rarely experienced.

When he opened his eyes again, Jiyuan subconsciously raised his hand and glanced at the wartime communication equipment.

He breathed a sigh of relief after the soldiers on the perimeter said that "no abnormalities were found".

A faint, elegant fragrance filled his nostrils. Ji Yuan lowered his eyes, tracing the outline of the person in his arms with lingering affection.

He carefully moved his arm, adjusted his posture, and pulled the little girl into his arms.

After making sure the little girl wasn't woken up, he leaned over slightly and tucked the blanket around her.

After doing all this, Ji Yuan leaned against the headboard, one hand flipping through the various combat parameters on the communication device, the other hand resting on the girl's back, patting her gently.

The soft, long breaths intertwined with the man's deliberately lowered, deep breaths, like the most beautiful symphony in the world, playing a movement of perfect harmony between souls.

After a while, the girl in his arms suddenly turned over.

Her head rested on Ji Yuan's arm, her warm breath gently spraying onto the man's bare skin.

Ji Yuan lowered his eyes and silently looked at the girl's peaceful sleeping face.

He often felt lucky to have such a high social status, such good abilities, and to have met the right person at the right time.

All of this made him feel incredibly satisfied.

With a smile on his lips, Ji Yuan reached out and quietly tucked a strand of hair from Feng Qingyue's cheek.

Her golden hair was like the finest silk, with a delicate and smooth feel.

He smiled contentedly, his eyes filled with dappled light and shadow.

Just as he was admiring his little girl's stunning beauty, she woke up.

The little girl, who had just woken up, was still a bit dazed. Her beautiful eyes were filled with shimmering water, like the finest peach blossom wine in spring, a single sip enough to make one linger in its rich fragrance.

Feng Qingyue yawned lazily, stretched her hand out from under the covers, and waved it casually in the air.

Seizing the opportunity, Ji Yuan swiftly caught the two small paws waving in the air. He gently squeezed Feng Qingyue's palms as he spoke softly:

"You're awake. Are you hungry? If so, I'll have someone send over a wartime meal."

Feng Qingyue looked up and met the gentle, almost drowning gaze of a certain marshal.

She smiled and leaned naturally against Ji Yuan's firm chest: "I'm not hungry. Wartime rations don't sound very appealing..."

Ji Yuan chuckled, adjusted his posture, and casually put his arm around the girl's waist, pulling her closer: "You haven't even looked into it yet, and you're already making a conclusion. Isn't that a bit too hasty?"

Feng Qingyue twitched the corners of her mouth, raised her hand, and drew a circle in the air with blue spiritual energy lines.

In the center of the circle, there was a scene reminiscent of the ship's dining hall.

The soldiers, having finished their patrol, sat together in twos and threes, each with an identical plate in front of them containing a large piece of alien beast meat and several vials of nutrient solution.

Thanks to the Federation's current high-tech inspection methods, every soldier undergoes a full-body check at a machine at the entrance of the canteen before receiving their food.

The machine will compare their physical data with the range of health values, thus providing each soldier with a personalized nutritional "feast".

Feng Qingyue pointed to the colorful nutrient solutions in the picture: "Can these things taste good?"

Ji Yuan chuckled and shook his head indulgently, his tone as gentle as ever: "Try to understand. Wartime situations are special, and the soldiers' physical condition is the most important thing. Compared to that, things like taste are not so important."

As he spoke, he magically produced a fresh meat pie from his mental space: "This was specially made by the ship's chef this morning, want to try it?"

Looking at that tempting meat pie with its oily sheen, Feng Qingyue had to admit that she was a little tempted.

Seeing the obvious "greed" in the little girl's eyes, Ji Yuan chuckled softly.

He slowly cut the meat pie into small pieces, then used a small fork to hold them and brought them to Feng Qingyue's mouth.

Thinking about his little girl's habits, he thoughtfully turned on the holographic camera in the room and found her a space movie.

With servants at her service, Feng Qingyue enjoyed a leisurely life.

She nestled in Ji Yuan's arms, eating meat pies while watching a movie.

Perhaps they needed to rest and recuperate, or perhaps they sensed a hint of danger; in any case, the insects in the outer star field were very well-behaved that day, showing no intention of attacking whatsoever.

There was no work that required Jiyuan to personally go to the site to direct, so Jiyuan was too lazy to go out again.

The two of them simply snuggled up in one bed, enjoying a rare moment of tenderness.

Ji Yuan gently stroked Feng Qingyue's head with his large hand, occasionally lowering his head to tell the girl about the events that had taken place on the front lines.

Feng Qingyue leaned quietly against Ji Yuan's chest, listening to him recount the joys and sorrows of the battlefield.

As he was speaking, Jiyuan's voice suddenly stopped.

The sudden, intense pain in his brain froze him for a moment.

The pain was intense, and Ji Yuan's breathing involuntarily became heavy and labored.

Sensing his unusual behavior, Feng Qingyue sat up and looked at him with some concern.

Seeing his pained expression, Feng Qingyue frowned.

She raised her hand and placed it on Ji Yuan's forehead.

A gentle, nourishing spiritual energy entered Ji Yuan's body.

That energy was like a mountain spring, meandering and flowing silently, nourishing all things on earth and nipping the budding spiritual energy riot in the bud.

Feng Qingyue's tone was somewhat somber: "You're showing signs of mental energy flare-ups again. What about those rare treasures I gave you before?"

Ji Yuan scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "After I used them, I handed them over to the soldiers at the front. Now those treasures are placed on the front-line warships for the soldiers to use."

Seemingly afraid of upsetting the little girl, Ji Yuan reached out his finger and cautiously tried to hook Feng Qingyue's finger: "The effect of the treasure is very good. I haven't suffered any riots since then."

This time...this time it's because the pressure on the front lines is too great.

Feng Qingyue looked at her boyfriend and sighed helplessly. She reached out and ruffled Ji Yuan's hair: "Come find me, there are plenty of rare treasures."

Ji Yuan chuckled and playfully flicked Feng Qingyue's nose: "How could I dare..."

The two hugged each other and cuddled for a long time.

Only when there were more reports of battle from the front lines did Jiyuan reluctantly release his arms from around the girl's slender waist.

He rubbed his nose against Feng Qingyue's neck, his voice full of reluctance: "Goodbye, baby. Be careful on your way back."

Feng Qingyue nodded and kissed Ji Yuan on the cheek: "Take care too, and end the battle as soon as possible."