Esteban Zaragosa left in the early hours of the third day.


    The city was still awake when he left, and Dulcina Calvo heard a loud roar of helicopter propellers on the roof of her house.


    She was curled up in Esteban Zaragosa’s arms, already awake, but pretending to be asleep in his arms and holding both of them tightly.


    He felt Esteban Zaragosa try to pull his fingers away several times, but was unsessful.


    Finally, Esteban Zaragosa seemed to realize that she was actually pretending to be asleep, so he looked down, kissed her forehead and eyelids, and spoke in a low, muffled voice: “Don’t worry, I’ll be back to marry you.”


    Dulcina Calvo pretended to stir in her sleep, let go of his hand and turned her back on him as well, burying her whole face under the sheets, her long hair covering her face so that Esteban Zaragosa couldn’t see her expression at all.


    He watched her in silence for a long moment, then abruptly got up to get dressed.


    It was only about ten minutes before and after when Dulcina Calvo heard his footsteps as he left.


    The two small hands under theforter were clenching into fists.


    She told herself that he would be back sooner orter, so there was no need to make a life-and-death farewell, let alone chase after him now.


    But another voice in her head told her that Esteban Zaragosa had gone on a mission, that she didn’t know when he would return, that she didn’t know the danger involved, and that if she didn’t hurry to embrace him again now, she didn’t know when she would see him again.


    Just as Esteban Zaragosa opened the door and stepped out, the girl in the bedroom suddenly lifted the sheets, ran out of bed in her bare feet and ran to him.


    The man’s broad, erect back is held tightly by the girl.


    “Esteban Zaragosa, is it true that you can’t take me with you?”


    “I’m also a doctor and can bandage you up if you get hurt, so I must not be useless when you’re around.”


    “You don’t need to take care of me, I’ll take care of myself…”


    No response from men for a long time.


    Well, well, she knew that would be the case.


    The girl’s soft, slender arms, slowly loosened, “You must protect yourself and return safely.”


    Esteban Zaragosa finally turned and hugged his girl.


    “When you feel lonely, I feel lonelier than you, when you miss me, my thoughts are no less than yours, how much you want to be with me every day, I do too. Dulcina Calvo, I love you more than you can imagine.”


    “…”


    Dulcina Calvo could not speak because she knew that if she opened her mouth now, she would sob uncontrobly.


    He tried to smile and gave her a little wave of his hand.


    She, and the baby, will await his return.


    …


    Esteban Zaragosa’s first day, thinking of him.


    The day after Esteban Zaragosa left, thinking of him.


    Esteban Zaragosa is on his third day of absence, thinking about him or thinking about him.


    On the fourth day of Esteban Zaragosa’s departure, Dulcina Calvo saw a bottle of candy lying in a corner.


    It is served in clear ssware with lots of candies and colorful choctes inside.


    On the ssware was a sticky note: “I’ll be back when you’ve finished your candy, be a good girl.”


    Dulcina Calvo holds the candy cane with a sweet heart.


    Esteban Zaragosa had prepared thisrge ss jar with sugar because she had low blood sugar.


    Dulcina Calvo reaches in and pulls out a few when she has nothing better to do. She’s always quick to remove the snacks, but Esteban Zaragosa doesn’t rush back.


    A third of the way through the jar, Dulcina Calvo suddenly did not dare to continue.


    He took all the candies out of the ss jar and counted them carefully, there were sixty left.


    If she ate ten sugars a day, she would have finished them in six days. Ten sugars a day was not hard for Dulcina, and she could have eaten more, but … she didn’t dare. After six days, the sugar was gone and Esteban Zaragosa probably wouldn’te back.


    A look of dejection and disappointment crossed that tender little white face, but soon, a glimmer of hope came again, “Then let’s take six pills a day, two in the morning, two at noon and two at night.”


    Six pills a day, that’s ten dayster, the sugar jar is settled.


    Wait another ten days and Esteban Zaragosa will be back, I think.


    Maybe this Esteban Zaragosa is a man of his word.


    He had said that she just had to finish the candy and he would be back.


    …


    A cauldron with wood burning underneath is set up in a rainforest.


    udius Belles looked at the roaring fire and scoffed, “What, is Mr. Esteban going to cook for us little ones tonight?”


    Esteban Zaragosa returned from catching many fish in the river and dropped them in front of udio Belles, “If you want to eat pickled fish, hurry up and help kill them”.


    Tom Paul burst outughing, “Fish with sauerkraut? There’s fish, but where did you get the sauerkraut?”.


    Esteban Zaragosa pulled several vacuum-packed bags of sauerkraut out of his travel bag and dropped them in front of them.


    Tom Paul was stunned, “Holy cow, you’vee to fight and you’ve brought sauerkraut! You’vee for a pic.”


    Many of the mercenaries drooled just hearing the word “pickled fish”.


    “Chief, show us your hand!”


    “Oh my God, pickled fish, the taste of home, boss if I could eat this, I’d die here tonight I’d be happy.”


    udius Belles did not like the little soldier and took a live fish in his hand and crushed it: “It’s all talk and no action, kill the fish!


    udius Belles stepped back and watched the ughter with a cold and dignified air.


    Tom Paul looked at udius Belles, who was “acting strange,” and spected, “udius, you’re not afraid to kill fish, are you?”


    udio Belles: “… What are you babbling about, I can even shoot a live person in the head, I’m afraid to kill a fish?”


    “What else are you doing so far back?”


    udius Belles’ expression was slightly unnatural, “Ahem, I was just training these little mercenaries, killing a fish is the same as killing a man, first you kill it with a fatal move, then you extract the skin and pull the tendons, then you cut it into pieces to reveal the most delicious meat …. ”


    The young mercenaries looked at the Lord Goddess as a flock of crows flew over their heads.


    “What are you looking at, kill your fish!”


    Esteban Zaragosa: “The more someone denies something, the more he talks”.


    udius Belles snorted and growled, “… you say as if you know me well!”.Material ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Tom Paul seems to have discovered a new world, “Killer ck Rose is afraid of killing fish! Hahahahahahahahahaha … word can spread that no one believes her!”


    udio Belles jumped up and punched and kicked Tom Paul, but Tom Paul was also a trained killer and, after a clever escape, grabbed a live fish and threw it at udio Belles.


    udius Belles shrieked unconsciously, with a rare touch of shyness that reddened his pale jade cheeks.


    But the shyness, Tom Paul felt more, was indignation.


    “Tom Paul! You think I’m going to waste you?”


    “Aaaaahhhhhhhh Esteban help! The ck Rose is going to kill someone!”


    Esteban Zaragosa sits by a pot in the grass, earnestly preparing his marinade, and sneers with a slight smile, “I can’t help you, anyone who can make Rosa Negra blush is destined to die.”


    udio Belles: “… Hey Esteban Zaragosa, what do you mean, don’t I count as a woman to you?”


    Esteban Zaragosa looked at her and weakly returned, “If you are a woman, then Tom Paul is not a man.”


    Tom Paul: “…”