The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

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The Commander-in-Chief is also waiting for you.”

Xia Jinyuan went through the discharge procedures this morning, so he didn’t need to return to the hospital tonight.

“Okay, go in quickly.” Looking down at Ye Jian, who carefully arranged his collar tie for him, Xia Jinyuan’s smile had never fallen.
He and Ye Jian had known each other for six years.
Still, their relationship as a couple was actually not even two years; even so, they got along with each other and understood each other more than old couples of decades of relationship.

With one look in his eyes, she could understand what he meant, and with one movement of hers, he could know what she wanted to do.

It was said that men and women were a semicircle.
When they found another half that suited them, they would become a complete “circle” in which they couldn’t be separated.

He and Little Fox were half circles lost to each other, and their union-represented eternity; no one could do without each other.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow.
Rest early.” After leaving a goodnight kiss, Xia Jinyuan stood under the steps.
His gaze fell affectionately on the figure who had turned around and was heading back to the house.
Seeing her ready to open the door to enter, she turned and waved to him.

Xia Jinyuan chuckled, “See you tomorrow, Little Fox.”

“See you tomorrow, Major Xia.” Turning around, Ye Jian saw the jade-like, tall and pine man staring deeply at herself, waved her hand, and then she opened the door and entered the house with a smile.

As soon as the door was closed, the handsome man pursed his lips and smiled slightly; his gentle eyes gradually darkened and became unfathomable.
An unknown light passed through the depths of his pupils, leaving a faint trace.
That was… the scorching heat of a normal man’s longingness to possess his beloved woman.

The twenty-year-old Ye Jian was not the fifteen or sixteen-year-old Ye Jian.
Years of training had made her tall and slim.
She was different from the delicate and fragile posture of ordinary girls.
She was like the strong bamboo shoots from the ground, not afraid of wind and rain, stretching her branches and leaves.