Yuan Musheng is the oldest and most mature among the children. He is meticulous, calm and aloof, and has never been as cheerful as his younger siblings.
But he still recognized Huo Yan, which shows how well Huo Yan has done during this period.
It was enough to convince several children.
Yuan Zhao leaned on him and grabbed Huo Yan's hand hanging by his side and played with it.
His palms were broad and thick, with distinct joints. There was a thin layer of calluses where he had been holding a sword for many years. She stroked that place and spoke slowly.
"When the war is over, we will return to the capital and get married."
She wasn't asking, but speaking in a positive tone.
But her face was facing the other side, and Huo Yan could only see her long black hair falling softly on his chest.
He didn't answer, but just lowered his eyebrows and fixed his eyes on the top of her head.
After a long time, Yuan Zhao did not wait for his answer. He tightened his fingertips slightly and intertwined their fingers together, holding them tightly.
"You will come back safely, right?" she asked softly again, her face pressed against his chest. Huo Yan felt a burst of warmth, and it felt like something hit his heart hard.
He lifted her from his arms and rolled over her.
Their eyes met, their breaths entwined.
He rested his forehead against hers, his Adam's apple rolling, but he didn't answer her directly.
"My father and Huo Pingchang were stationed in the two cities of Yulong back then. Huo Pingchang is particularly familiar with that area." He spoke in a low voice, explaining seriously to Yuan Zhao.
"In the battle at Swift Wind Valley, now I think it was Huo Pingchang who took advantage of the terrain and linked up with the Northern Qiang, which led to the annihilation of the Huo family army..."
Yuan Zhao gently stroked his hair, his tone more relaxed, "General Huo, do you have no confidence in yourself?"
Huo Yan looked straight into her eyes, and suddenly, he stood up and took off the only remaining undergarment on his body.
His lean and strong upper body was completely exposed, and his well-defined muscles glowed faintly in the dim candlelight.
He threw his clothes on the ground and leaned down again, and a warm breath hit his face.
Yuan Zhao could clearly feel the warmth of his skin, and the intensity of it made her heart tighten slightly.
But he didn't do anything else, just held her hand and placed it on his chest, letting her feel his heartbeat.
Calm and powerful.
"I used to have confidence..." he said solemnly, "but now, with you and the children..."
Something flashed in his eyes, and Yuan Zhao understood what he was thinking.
Once people have concerns, they will have more ties.
He used to have no worries, and if he died on the battlefield one day, it would be just a pity.
But now, there are too many things that I can't let go of.
And this time, it was not an ordinary battle, but a decisive battle with Huo Pingchang.
It will not stop until you both die.
Yuan Zhao's hand pressed against his skin, slowly moving downwards, finally landing on the deep scar below his chest.
Her fingertips gently traced the old wound, her movements slow and careful.
Of course, he has more than one scar on his body.
The chest, back, sides, arms... deep and shallow, everywhere.
After the two of them were truly honest with each other, Yuan Zhao asked about the origin of each scar.
Battlefield, enemy attacks, protecting those around you...
These scars seemed to take her back to the past ten years when he had been on the edge of a bloody knife.
Huo Yan held her hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it gently.
"Zhao Zhao, I will do my best to come back."
Yuan Zhao opened his arms and climbed onto his shoulders, with a hint of cunning and anger in his eyes.
"If you don't come back, I will choose another prince consort!"
After that, she smiled casually, her eyes slightly raised, and her voice was soft and charming.
"I also need to...keep ten concubines..."
Upon hearing this, Huo Yan's eyes suddenly darkened, he pursed his lips, and instantly tightened his arms, holding her tightly in his arms.
His voice was low: "You dare?!"
Yuan Zhao looked up at him, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, with a hint of provocation: "What are you afraid of?"
She deliberately leaned closer and continued slowly in his ear.
"Not only do I want to keep a lover, I also want to..." Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted.
His lips pressed against hers, and with the heat of his body, he broke in almost domineeringly.
As their lips and teeth intertwined, his kiss was fierce and lingering, with a strong possessiveness that almost swallowed up all her resistance and teasing.
Yuan Zhao's body tensed up unconsciously. He released one of his hands and placed it on her waist.
Over and over again, from bottom to top, and then from top to bottom.
It was like a punishment, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, leaving her in a state of confusion.
After a while, she was completely limp and gasping for breath, and he let her go.
He leaned over and nibbled her earlobe, his voice a little hoarse.
"I won't give you a chance."
Yuan Zhao's thoughts were in a mess, and it took him a while to realize that he was still arguing with her about the joke about "keeping a lover".
She panted slightly and pinched him lightly, with a hint of dissatisfaction.
Huo Yan seemed to be in a good mood, his low laughter lingering in her ears. Then he suddenly turned over, making her involuntarily lean against his chest, and sat on him.
She exclaimed slightly, her cheeks burning, and her clothes were long gone.
"Do it yourself..."
She heard him say.
…
Yuan Zhao couldn't sleep a wink that night.
In the first half of the night, Huo Yan seemed to be completely stimulated by her words "recruiting a prince consort" and "keeping a lover", and he was both indulgent and restrained.
He let her explore on her own, trying to take control, but easily flipped her back into control the moment she tried to take the lead.
Whenever she was tired and about to give up, he would stop at the moment she desired most, leaving her alone to sink in the unspeakable expectation and torment.
He said that he wanted her to remember this feeling.
Yuan Zhao collapsed several times, her forehead pressed against his shoulder, her panting mixed with her faint pleas for mercy.
But Huo Yan refused to let her go. He always took her to the top of the mountain, then deliberately pulled her back, calmly and wantonly watching her bloom in his arms with the most moving look.
In the second half of the night, he finally stopped restraining himself and, as if insatiable, he dragged her into the abyss again and again.
He murmured softly, murmuring her name, his voice filled with deep affection and unshakable possessiveness.
"Zhao Zhao...you want me."
"Zhao Zhao...you are not allowed to marry anyone else."
"Zhao Zhao, you are mine..."
She was enveloped by his warm breath, her fingertips unconsciously climbing his back, and she could only respond like a kitten.
"Um……"
He didn't let her go until dawn, wiped her body and let her fall asleep.
He bathed and cleaned himself, put on his armor and took his sword.
Finally, he whispered in Yuan Zhao's ear,
"Zhao Zhao, wait for me to come back."
Yuan Zhao turned sideways and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
Until the door was opened and closed, the early autumn wind came in with a cool breeze and then faded away, and the footsteps gradually faded away.
She slowly opened her eyes, but there was no trace of sleep in them...
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