Chapter 314 Stinging
Inside the tent, the candlelight flickered, casting the shadows of the two people onto the tent wall.
Perhaps it was the atmosphere, or perhaps it was the release of pent-up anxiety and fear, or perhaps it was an inexplicable impulse driving them...
In a moment of impulsiveness, Jiang Huan kissed Huo Lin's slightly chapped lips.
A kiss, tinged with a touch of recklessness and unwavering resolve, gently landed on Huo Lin's lips.
Huo Lin froze instantly, his pupils dilating slightly, seemingly completely unprepared for Jiang Huan's unexpected move.
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, quickly replaced by a surge of emotion, and he instinctively reached out to respond.
"hiss--"
Jiang Huan suddenly took a light breath and tilted her head back.
She touched her lips and glared at Huo Lin reproachfully.
"Your beard is so prickly it could kill someone! Haven't you shaved in days?"
Huo Lin subconsciously touched his chin and, sure enough, felt a patch of rough stubble.
After days of arduous fighting and being blocked in the desert by the Northern Di army for several days, he had no time to care about his appearance.
I forgot about that...
[Oh no, my image is ruined! I hope she won't despise me!]
[If I had known she would come, even if I was busy and tired, I would have made time to take care of myself. I miscalculated.]
Seeing the fleeting annoyance in his eyes and his dejected look as if the sky had collapsed, Jiang Huan couldn't help but chuckle, instantly dispelling the previous romantic atmosphere.
"Okay, okay, I know you didn't mean it." She waved her hand, appearing very magnanimous.
"However, you really should pay attention to your appearance. With that stubble on your face, people who don't know you might mistake you for a bandit leader from some mountain stronghold."
As she spoke, she lifted the curtain and went out.
When he returned, he was holding a small razor and a clean soapberry, which he handed to Huo Lin.
"I can't stand seeing people looking sloppy, especially my own husband. Here, take this."
Huo Lin looked at the thing handed to him, but instead of taking it, he leaned back and frowned slightly.
"I have an injury to my hand, which makes it difficult for me to move."
Jiang Huan's eyes widened: "Your other hand isn't injured!"
"I'm not used to using my left hand," Huo Lin said without changing his expression.
[Just kidding, why would I refuse a pie falling from the sky?]
I don't want those clumsy eunuchs shaving me.
[Her fingers are so soft, her movements must be very gentle. I just wonder if she'll be so nervous that her hands will tremble. If her hands tremble and she gets a small cut, could I use that as an excuse to feign weakness...? Ahem!]
Listening to his ulterior motives, Jiang Huan felt both annoyed and amused.
"Huo Lin, don't give me that. Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You're injured and you're still so restless."
Despite saying that, seeing Huo Lin's pale face and the bandages wrapped around his body, her soft heart ultimately prevailed.
She sighed and resignedly rolled up her sleeves: "But I'll let it go this time, since you're the injured one."
She dissolved the soap in hot water, creating a fine lather, and carefully applied it to Huo Lin's chin and cheeks.
The cool touch made Huo Lin squint his eyes comfortably.
Jiang Huan knelt before him, holding a razor. After a moment's thought, she gently reminded him, "You've got a deal. I'm not a professional. You have three seconds to back out, three..."
“One.” Huo Lin’s eyes sparkled, and he tilted his head slightly in agreement.
Jiang Huan couldn't help but laugh, but she didn't insist anymore.
The sharp blade carefully scraped across the skin, making a soft rustling sound.
The two were very close. Jiang Huan breathed softly, brushing her hand against Huo Lin's neck, bringing a ticklish sensation and an indescribable sense of peace.
"Not seeing her these past few days has been more painful for me than eating a hundred pounds of grass."
Lying in the cold tent at night, I kept wondering what she was doing in the palace, and whether she was eating properly.
[This ambush is a strategic move to strike at the heart of the problem; if the enemy doesn't fall for it, I too will find it difficult to escape unscathed.]
In my most desperate moment, the last thing that flashed through my mind was that I hadn't had a proper goodbye to her. How pathetic.
Thank goodness she came; she descended from the heavens like a fairy.
His inner monologue, filled with deep longing, tickled Jiang Huan's heart like a feather.
Her nose felt a little sore, and she drifted off for a moment, causing her hand movements to become inaccurate.
"Hiss—" Huo Lin gasped softly and opened his eyes.
Jiang Huan was startled and quickly stopped what she was doing.
A small bead of blood oozed from the edge of his jaw where the blade had cut him.
She panicked immediately, feeling both heartache and self-blame, and frantically tried to find a cloth to wipe herself.
"Ouch, I think I'll go see Wang Degui for some further training tomorrow. How are you? Are you in pain?"
Huo Lin looked at her flustered little face and chuckled softly.
He reached out and grasped her wrist, gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb, his eyes filled with a tenderness that could drown a person.
"This injury won't be visible tomorrow."
He paused, his voice low and earnest, carrying a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.
"Jiang Huan, thank you for coming to see me."
These words, along with the warmth from his palm, sent a shiver down Jiang Huan's spine.
All the words stuck in my throat, leaving only the pounding of my heart echoing in my ears.
Looking into his eyes, which held a gentle smile, she felt herself melting into that gaze.
It was at this tender moment, almost overflowing with pink bubbles, that things really started to get intimate.
Woo-woo-woo-woo
The deep, urgent bugle calls, one after another, pierced the tranquil night sky.
It's an enemy attack alarm!
Huo Lin's expression changed drastically, and the tenderness and affection he had shown just moments before vanished instantly.
He sat up abruptly, the movement aggravating his wound, causing his brow to furrow almost imperceptibly, but his posture remained as steady as a rock.
Jiang Huan's heart leaped into her throat, and her hand instinctively tightened around the razor she hadn't yet put down, her knuckles turning white.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down quickly.
Having survived a life-or-death escape through the desert and faced bloody battles, she is now even more composed.
Huo Lin took in her quick reactions and felt a surge of admiration.
She keeps growing and constantly surprising me.
Even if I'm not around, she can protect herself.
He quickly whispered to Jiang Huan, "I'm going out to take a look. You stay in the tent and don't come out easily."
As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Lin quickly put on his shirt and went out.
Huo Lin's figure disappeared behind the heavy tent flap. Jiang Huan quickly put away the razor and soap, her sharp eyes scanning the entire tent.
The tent was simply furnished, with only a bed, a simple table, and a few chests; there was no place to hide.
Calm down, Jiang Huan, calm down.
Huo Lingang went out, and Sun Zheng and the others were still outside. The situation should still be under control.
She encouraged herself mentally while listening intently to the sounds outside.
However, there was a deathly silence nearby outside the tent; not even the breathing of the personal guards who should have been standing guard at the door could be heard.
Just then, a series of footsteps approached from afar, heading towards the entrance of the camp.
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