The little star from the Gobi Desert, handed over to the state, is hailed as a national treasure.

He walked to the car and glanced at Shen Ruowen's swollen ankle. She was sitting inside the car, and if he wanted to carry her, she would have to move to the car door herself.

"Reporter Shen, could you move your chair?"

Shen Ruowen gently bit her lower lip, shook her head, her large eyes filled with tears, and said in a weak voice, "It hurts so much... I can't move."

Liang Zhe's brows furrowed even deeper.

In this situation, if he wanted to help her get off the train, he would have to reach into the carriage, put one arm around her arm, and lift her legs with the other—a clearly ambiguous embracing posture.

Aside from his late wife, Lin Shufen, he had never had any intimate contact with any female comrades. Moreover, with so many people watching and many soldiers around, if he were to actually embrace her, who knows how much gossip would spread.

Seeing that he was still not moving, Shen Ruowen said apologetically, "Commander Liang, I'm really sorry, how about... you wait for me to calm down a bit more? Maybe I'll be able to move in a little while."

The other accompanying personnel had already entered the base one after another, and the remaining soldiers were curiously looking this way. Liang Zhe was secretly anxious, and really didn't want to waste any more time here.

Moreover, the commander's orders cannot be disobeyed. Continuing to be coy will only make things more awkward and leave both sides in an embarrassing situation.

He took a deep breath, turned his back to the car door, and sat sideways on the edge of the back seat.

"Reporter Shen," he said, his back to her, "come up on my back."

He was tall and upright like a pine tree. Even when he was sitting, the lines of his shoulders and back were still broad and neat. His crisp military uniform made him look heroic and exuded the unique toughness of a soldier.

Shen Ruowen's intention was for him to pick her up in his arms to create an ambiguous and suggestive atmosphere, but she didn't expect Liang Zhe to come up with such a "avoidance" method. A trace of disappointment couldn't help but pass through her heart.

But on second thought, this had already brought the two of them closer. If he made any more requests, it would inevitably arouse Liang Zhe's suspicion, which would be counterproductive.

"Commander Liang," she said in an even softer voice, "would you please move in a little further? I can't quite reach the seats."

Liang Zhe remained silent, then moved back a little further.

The next second, a pair of soft arms wrapped around his neck from behind. Shen Ruowen leaned forward, slowly pressing his weight onto her. The soft curves inevitably pressed against his broad back, and the warmth of her body was transmitted through the thin clothes, accompanied by a faint fragrance that did not belong to the Gobi Desert.

Liang Zhe's body tensed instantly.

He sensed that she was too close and tried to create some distance, but Shen Ruowen's soft, boneless body clung tightly to him, making it impossible for him to move. He could only try his best to ignore the strange sensation coming from behind, clear his mind, and use his waist and abdomen to prepare to carry her up.

"Mmm..." A soft moan suddenly rang in my ears.

A warm breath brushed against her earlobe, carrying a touch of coquettishness.

Liang Zhe immediately stopped what he was doing: "What's wrong?"

Shen Ruowen wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips almost touching his ear, her breath sweet and her voice hot: "Commander Liang, could you... could you hold onto my legs? I can't use my strength like this, I'm afraid I'll fall."

Liang Zhe felt a chill run down his spine; he really didn't want to have too much physical contact with this woman. But he also knew that if he didn't support her legs, and her legs were dangling in the air, it could very likely worsen her ankle injury, making the situation even more difficult to resolve.

Left with no other choice, he had to reach around to his side and gently hug Shen Ruowen's calf.

Where he touched, he felt the woman's slender bones and the soft fabric of her woolen trousers. A distant fragment of memory exploded in his mind at that moment—

He recalled how, many years ago, when they were newlyweds, he had carried his wife, Lin Shufen, on his back with the same care and tenderness. They were walking along the path in their hometown, lined with locust trees, when she lay on his back and chuckled softly, her gentle voice like a tender whisper, her soft hair brushing against his neck...

The time they spent together was so warm yet so short. Before his honeymoon was over, he hurriedly set off for the base. When he returned home, his youngest daughter, Tian Tian, ​​had already been born.

Looking back, in their four years of marriage, he had spent very few days with her, yet his wife never complained. Now, she is gone forever, and he didn't even have a belated expression of his longing or a heartfelt apology…

A sudden pain struck his heart, his breath caught in his throat, and his temples throbbed. He quickly regained his composure, suppressing the surging emotions in his chest, and with a powerful thrust of his waist, steadily carried Shen Ruowen out of the jeep.

Shen Ruowen lay on his back, originally intending to whisper sweet nothings to him and take advantage of the opportunity to be alone in the carriage to try and tease him a bit—she could tell that Liang Zhe was young, handsome, and full of vigor, and that he was stationed at the Gobi base for many years and rarely had female comrades around him, so she didn't believe that he could be completely unmoved.

Moreover, with her outstanding looks and slender figure, she could easily distract him with a little effort.

To everyone's surprise, Liang Zhe acted swiftly and decisively, carrying her on his back and striding towards the camp, as if he were carrying not a gentle and beautiful woman, but a bundle of ordinary luggage and a bag of common supplies.

Shen Ruowen was filled with resentment and was about to whisper some ambiguous words in his ear or gently twist her body to create some excitement when she caught a glimpse of armed soldiers outside the car. Commander Liu was standing not far away with a cigarette between his fingers, staring straight at the two of them.

She felt a chill run down her spine and instantly composed herself, obediently clinging to Liang Zhe's back, not daring to make any further moves.

No rush, she told herself. Getting into the base was already more than half the battle; the rest could be dealt with gradually.

As the saying goes, there is plenty of time in the future, so we must not rush things.

Seeing that Liang Zhe had successfully carried the person out, Commander Liu didn't say anything more and turned to walk into the base first. Liang Zhe carrying Shen Ruowen through the camp area immediately attracted the attention of many passersby.

Several passing soldiers slowed their pace and huddled together, whispering to each other. Although their voices were not loud, some of their words still drifted into Liang Zhe's ears on the wind.

"Huh? Commander Liang is carrying a female comrade on his back? No way."

"Looks unfamiliar, doesn't seem to be from our base."

"That's strange, Commander Liang never interacts with female comrades alone."

"Shh, keep your voice down. Can't you see the commander up ahead? He must have something planned."

"Arrangements are arrangements," the soldiers exchanged knowing smiles as they watched Liang Zhe quicken his pace. "But does our base need any young men to carry people?"

"In my opinion," an older soldier sighed meaningfully, "it's not a long-term solution for Regiment Liang to take care of Tiantian alone. Perhaps the commanders have considered this?"

This is exactly what many people in the base feel.

In the camp, single soldiers have plenty of opportunities to find partners, and those with families live stable and harmonious lives. Only Liang Zhe, who lost his beloved wife at a young age, lives alone with his three-year-old daughter. Because he is too busy with work, he cannot take care of his child in a timely manner. Therefore, everyone assumes that he will remarry sooner or later.

There were quite a few women in the base who secretly liked Liang Zhe, but due to discipline and their pride, they couldn't bring themselves to confess directly. Seeing Liang Zhe carrying a strange woman into the camp, many of them immediately darkened their faces and were consumed by jealousy.

Zhang Zhixiu from the cultural troupe was the first to change her expression. She snorted coldly and turned to walk in the opposite direction.