Reborn as a Tough Army Wife-Chapter 737 - 732: Calmed Down

Luo Zhiyong’s few short sentences weren’t exactly moving to Fang Pingying, but because this man rarely spoke such words, to Fang Pingying, they were somewhat touching.

Fang Pingying looked at him, and the anger in her heart involuntarily subsided a bit, yet she didn’t speak, just kept looking at him.

Luo Zhiyong looked back at Fang Pingying too, then he smiled faintly, reached out and took Fang Pingying’s rather rough hands into his own, whispered, "Pingying, after all we’ve been through, don’t you think you can trust me?"

Although the couple had been through a lot, Fang Pingying had always trusted Luo Zhiyong when it came to their feelings, even after they had divorced, she firmly believed in him.

Moreover, afterwards, the two of them went through so much, one could say the trust between them had solidified a bit more.

When it came to feelings, she had never doubted him. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Luo Zhiyong paused slightly, then continued, "Pingying, I know, although I have always been saying I would settle family matters and not cause you any trouble, and since our separation, I have been trying hard, but to little avail. When there are issues at home, they still end up bothering you, but I have no say over my family, all I can do is to try my utmost to do what I can, to create a realm that I can hold up just for you."

At this point, Fang Pingying found herself with nothing to say.

What can she say? After all the twists and turns, it had always been because of the Luo Family’s issues that they argued, made a fuss, and even divorced, but those issues remained unresolved.

But having gone through so much, she had come to a thorough understanding that when facing these issues, she only had two choices: if she wanted this man, she had to bear with it, or to firmly give up on him.

Since she couldn’t give up on this man, she could only take it one step at a time, and as Luo Zhiyong said, he had already tried his best to stand alongside her. She had nothing to dwell on.

Thus, Fang Pingying had long ceased to cling to these matters.

However, thinking about the fake divorce certificate and how she had been deceived for so long, her heart was still not at ease, even though her anger had dissipated, she still refused to forgive him on the surface, and looked at him with a humph, "If I were still holding onto these issues, do you think you would be here?"

"Then..."

"Who allowed you to deceive me?" Fang Pingying also recalled the words this man had said before going on a mission last time, "Wasn’t someone speaking so nicely before they left last time, saying that if I fell for someone else, you would let go?"

"Did you listen carefully to what I said?" Luo Zhiyong heard the tone of Fang Pingying and knew she was no longer angry, he let out a sigh of relief. Recalling what he had said before, he slyly smiled at her, "I said that when I return, if your heart is no longer with me, I know what to do."

"You..." Fang Pingying recalled carefully and remembered that this man hadn’t made any absolute statement at that time; he truly never intended to let her go from beginning to end. Though she appeared unreconciled, a trace of sweetness crept into her heart. To think of a man like Luo Zhiyong, who always abides by principles, could come up with such a method to keep her tied to him from start to finish, it also signified her importance in his heart.

Perhaps, because they had been through life and death together, Fang Pingying of today didn’t like to dwell on matters or be as stubborn as before, unwilling to start another argument over this, she didn’t say more in the end, just lightly swept a glance at Luo Zhiyong and teased, "Luo Zhiyong, I must say, your acting skills are quite impressive."

Seeing this, Luo Zhiyong knew the crisis was averted and sensibly hugged Fang Pingying right away, admitting his fault, "Wife, I know the fake divorce certificate was my mistake, I admit it, I promise there won’t be a next time, okay?"

Fang Pingying pretended to push him away, but failed, "Hmph, as if you are thinking about divorcing again."

"That’s why I’m saying there definitely won’t be a next time." After Luo Zhiyong finished speaking, he dominantly pulled her into his embrace and planted a kiss on her face.

Fang Pingying gave him a roll of her eyes, "Right, as if I’ll be so easily fooled in the future."

"I promise not to deceive you."

"Alright, pack up, we’re moving first thing tomorrow." Now that things were clear, there was still a whole lot of stuff waiting to be packed at home, Fang Pingying turned around intending to pack.

But someone’s intention wasn’t to come in and pack, he grabbed Fang Pingying and dragged her into his arms, blinked at her, "Wife, now everything’s clear and there were no broken promises, so your previous accusations don’t stand. Then, shouldn’t we continue certain things?"

Luo Zhiyong’s hand had already crept under Fang Pingying’s clothes while he spoke, the hot palm climbing from her waist upwards, soon to reach the peak.

Seeing his actions, Fang Pingying knew what he was up to, her face blushed, and she pulled his hand out from her clothes, pretending not to understand and pushed him away irritably, "What continue?"

"Wife, I’ve missed you." After saying that, the shameless man also took Fang Pingying’s hand and guided it towards a certain place below him, mumbling in her ear, "And he has missed you too."

Fang Pingying’s hand, held by his, came into contact with something incredibly hard, and she was shocked to find that the man had become so shameless after being starved for so long; she hastily retracted her hand and glared at him, "Luo Zhiyong, you..."

As if he knew she would resist, Luo Zhiyong gazed deeply into Fang Pingying’s eyes, softly said, "Wife, don’t reject me."

In that moment, looking into the intense heat in Luo Zhiyong’s eyes, inexplicably, Fang Pingying’s hands resisting him softened, and her entire being was forcefully embraced, surrounded by his breath, seemingly losing all strength, her body limp in his arms, cheeks flushed as she looked at him with eyes faintly filled with shyness.

To Luo Zhiyong, this softness and shyness were like a silent invitation. He grunted softly, gently placed her on the bed, and then fervent kisses like a storm rained down on her forehead, face, lips...

Over a year’s worth of longing, released all in one night...

The next day, Fang Pingying woke up late, not until the sun was high in the sky, and as soon as she opened her eyes, her body felt like it had been run over countless times by wheels, sore and achy.

Quickly, the madness of the previous night replayed in Fang Pingying’s mind, turning her cheeks crimson, she cursed the unrestrained man in a low voice.

Moreover, this time served as a deep reminder to Fang Pingying that some men who are vigorous in energy cannot be starved for too long, or else when they have their feast, being a wife would be utterly exhausting.