"What are you doing, you're going to the lab again?" Qiao Qingyu asked.
"The cultivation research of the mycelium has reached a crucial moment, and I cannot relax. I won't be back for a while. I'm sorry you're having to work so hard at home," He Xiuyu said guiltily.
"You're not going to visit the Space Laboratory again?"
He Xiuyu shook his head, but as his gaze settled on his lively wife, the color in his eyes deepened and he changed his mind. He took off his coat again and pulled Qiao Qingyu into his arms, "Right now, I just want to see you." He leaned down, and his cool lips pressed against her red ones.
In fact, he had missed her too.
He had longed for her so much that even if she hadn't reached out to him, he would have come home in these few days.
Though it was daytime, with the door locked and the curtains drawn, they indulged themselves just the same.
He Xiuyu returned to the lab feeling refreshed and energized.
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