If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

The moment the communication was cut off, the lines on Long Xiaoyun's face visibly softened.

That chilling aura, capable of freezing the air on the battlefield, seemed to be warmed by an invisible hand, turning into moisture that lingered in her eyes.

She turned and walked to the other end of the cabin.

Du Feifei was still leaning against the porthole, staring blankly at the mountains and rivers rushing past below, her fingertips unconsciously tracing circles on the cold windowpane. The bloody battle, the dying soldiers, and her near-death experience treating them—scenes kept replaying in her mind, making her feel somewhat detached.

"Feifei," Long Xiaoyun said softly.

Du Feifei snapped out of her reverie and noticed the rare, undisguised tenderness on Long Xiaoyun's face. She was taken aback for a moment, then grinned mischievously, "Oh, look at you, all lovestruck. Did you talk to our man?"

"Hmm." Long Xiaoyun didn't deny it, sat down next to her, and repeated Su Chen's words, "My husband said that the Southwest Military Region sent over a 'local specialty,' specifically requesting that Comrade Du Feifei, the director of our Kunlun Medical Department, personally sign for it."

"Local specialties?" Du Feifei didn't react at first, her mind still racing with the post-treatment reports of the wounded.

Long Xiaoyun didn't speak, but her gaze flickered upwards almost imperceptibly, and she nodded.

A simple action.

Du Feifei's breathing suddenly stopped.

The next second, her slightly tired eyes were instantly ignited by a light called "fervor"!

"It's that big guy?!" Her voice trembled with excitement as she grabbed Long Xiaoyun's arm with astonishing strength. "Commander Shi... he really gave it to me?!"

"It seems this iron-blooded commander is truly frightened," Long Xiaoyun said with a smile. "Or rather, he's been overwhelmed by the power of our Kunlun. This hot potato is useless to him except as an ice sculpture on display. We might as well do him a favor and give it to the person who can truly unlock its secrets."

"Fantastic! Perfect live research material! No, no, it's near-live!" Du Feifei's cheeks flushed with excitement, her hands rubbing together unconsciously as if she had already put on sterile gloves and picked up a scalpel. "Its cell activity, energy transfer patterns, gene sequence... My God, this is simply a gift from God! No, I have to contact Dr. Chen immediately. We must immediately assemble a top-level research team, apply to use the base's main server for data modeling, and..."

She rattled off a series of technical terms and research plans at breakneck speed, displaying the frenzied energy of a top scientist that left the Kunlun team members beside her completely bewildered.

But as she spoke, her voice grew softer, and her soaring passion for scientific research, like the rising tide, came quickly and receded just as fast.

Instead, a more primal, more intense emotion has taken its place.

"No..." Du Feifei shook her head, and her eyes, which were burning with flames, suddenly became misty.

She turned around and gripped Long Xiaoyun's hand even tighter, her voice trembling slightly with a hint of grievance.

"Let that big guy freeze there for now; he can't run away anyway. Now... now the most important thing is..."

She took a deep breath, as if using all her strength, before she could utter those three words.

I miss him.

These three words, though seemingly light, struck Long Xiaoyun's heart like three towering mountains.

Yes.

It's not just her.

I miss him too.

I miss his comforting scent, his broad chest, his kisses that could melt away all my icy defenses, and the tenderness in his deep voice when he called me "Xiaoyun."

On the battlefield, she was Kunlun's commander, an invincible sword.

But now that she's back here, back on his territory, all she wants is to be his woman again.

"Let's go! Xiaoyun!" Du Feifei couldn't hold back any longer. She jumped up from her seat, grabbed Long Xiaoyun, and rushed towards the cabin door. "We have to go find him! I'm dying to see him!"

The cargo door of the "Kunpeng" transport plane had just been unlocked and hadn't even fully descended when two graceful figures, one after the other, leaped out through the half-person-high gap, startling the ground crew who came to greet them.

……

Kunlun Base, Brigade Commander's Office.

Su Chen stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his hands behind his back, quietly watching the silver-gray "Kunpeng" come to a steady stop on the tarmac.

His girls have returned safely.

This brought him more peace of mind than any victory report.

Just then.

"Bang—!"

A loud bang.

The heavy door to the office, made of a special alloy and supposedly able to withstand a direct hit from a rocket, was smashed open from the outside with extremely brutal force.

The doorframes were groaning, and plaster was peeling off the walls in a rustling sound.

Su Chen didn't even turn his head, but just rubbed his temples helplessly.

It seems we'll have to apply to the logistics department next time to replace the gate with one of battleship class quality.

Before he could turn around, two familiar scents, mixed with the smell of gunpowder and faint medicine, rushed into his arms from the left and right.

"Brother Chen!"

"husband!"

Du Feifei and Long Xiaoyun, like two weary birds returning to their nest, one hugged his waist tightly and the other wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging their whole bodies on him, wishing they could blend themselves into his bones and blood.

The force was so great that it seemed to be confirming whether he truly existed.

Su Chen didn't say a word, but simply stretched out his arms and embraced the two soft but slightly trembling bodies even tighter and more forcefully.

He could clearly hear the pounding of their hearts and feel the lingering fear and exhaustion they carried from the battlefield.

The next moment, Du Feifei raised her pretty face, which was filled with longing, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips without saying a word.

The kiss was devoid of any skill, only an almost savage act of possession and confirmation. Her hands gripped Su Chen's tactical vest tightly, her knuckles white, as if afraid that if she let go, the person before her would vanish. All the fear and anxiety of these past few days had transformed into this moment of madness.

Long Xiaoyun also abandoned all her composure and reserve. Her phoenix eyes, sharp as knives on the battlefield, were now filled with unyielding affection. She kissed him fiercely in return, expressing her love and longing.

They looked as if they were confirming the return of a lost treasure.

Su Chen did not resist; he simply responded more deeply, using his body heat to soothe their restless souls.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Both girls were exhausted, leaning against him, breathing rapidly, their chests heaving. Their faces were flushed with a captivating blush, their eyes and brows brimming with deep affection, and stained with a few tears.

The office was so quiet that only the three people's heartbeats and breathing could be heard.

"Did we...mess with things?" Long Xiaoyun buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled, carrying a hint of uncertainty she herself didn't realize. "Those enemies...I didn't order them to be taken alive..."

As the commander, she made the most decisive and correct judgment. But when facing the man before her, she was like a child who had done something wrong, waiting for her parents' judgment.

"And those soldiers..." Du Feifei's voice lowered, filled with deep self-reproach, "I tried my best... but still... so many still sacrificed themselves..."

As a doctor, she believed she had surpassed her limits and created a miracle in medical history. Yet, those twenty-three new graves remained thorns in her heart.

Su Chen didn't speak immediately. He simply lowered his head, gently wiped away the moisture from the corners of their eyes with his thumb, and then placed a precious kiss on each of their smooth, full foreheads.

"My princesses are the best in the world."

His voice was steady and powerful, carrying a calming force that could soothe all turmoil in the world, directly imprinting itself into the depths of the two women's souls.

He looked at Long Xiaoyun, his eyes filled with approval and pride: "There's no need to leave any survivors for wolves that cross our borders. Crushing their bones to ashes is their only fate. You did the right thing."

He then turned to Du Feifei, his gaze softening considerably: "You are not a god, Feifei. You snatched seven lives from the clutches of death, which in itself is a miracle. Sacrifice is part of war, not your fault."

Su Chen tightened his arms, pulling them closer into his embrace, and declared, word by word, in an unquestionable tone:

"Remember, do whatever you want to do."

"Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up."

"Your men will always be your strongest and most unstoppable support."

These words struck their hearts more deeply than any sweet talk.

The last trace of unease and self-blame in the two women's eyes completely vanished, replaced by a deep sense of happiness and peace of mind.