The night in the military compound was quiet and deep, the moonlight was like water, shining through the mottled leaves, casting tiny silver rays of light. Mu Nanhe and Yang Qingyan finally returned home.
As soon as she entered the house, Yang Qingyan boiled some water. When the warm water flowed from the shower head, it washed away all her fatigue and sweat.
At the same time, Mu Nanhe sat on the sofa, his eyes somewhat empty, his mind constantly emerging Chen Feng's weak appearance and Yang Qingyan's resolute and focused expression on the stage. Today, he once again deeply felt the fragility and impermanence of life, and cherished the present more and more.
After a while, Yang Qingyan came out wrapped in a bath towel with wet hair. The moisture made her pretty face look even softer.
Mu Nanhe hurried to the bathroom and took a hot shower. The warm water poured down from his head, as if washing away all the fatigue of the day. He wiped his wet hair casually with a towel and slowly walked into the room.
When Mu Nanhe raised his eyes, his sight was immediately attracted by Yang Qingyan who was sitting beside the bed. At this moment, she was breathtakingly beautiful. The soft light shone on her snow-white skin, creating a faint halo, like a fairy. Her long black hair, which fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, was still dripping with water, and the water droplets gently brushed across her slender collarbone, exuding a fascinating fragrance.
Yang Qingyan tilted her face slightly, her eyes were a little dazed, as if she was thinking about something. Her delicate features were more three-dimensional and dynamic under the light, her high nose bridge, pink lips and big eyes as clear as autumn water, all of which made her heart beat fast.
She was wearing a light pink nightgown, the hem of which fluttered gently in the breeze, adding a touch of charm. Mu Nanhe's heart moved, and he stood up and walked to Yang Qingyan. After hesitating for a moment, he mustered up the courage to say, "Wife, I want to move in with you."
Yang Qingyan was slightly startled, and looked up at Mu Nanhe. Under the light, his eyes were filled with expectation and anxiety. A ripple appeared in her heart. In fact, she wanted to get closer to him during the time she spent with him. Moreover, she had a little secret in her heart. The outline of Mu Nanhe's strong abdominal muscles appeared in her mind. She thought that if they lived together, she might have a chance to touch them. Thinking of this, she raised her mouth slightly and replied softly, "Okay."
Mu Nanhe's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't expect Yang Qingyan to agree so readily. He couldn't help but reach out and gently stroked the wet hair by her ears, saying softly, "Let me help you wipe your hair." Yang Qingyan nodded slightly.
After wiping her hair, Yang Qingyan lay on the bed. Seeing this, Mu Nanhe also lay down beside her. At this time, Yang Qingyan looked at Mu Nanhe who was close to her, and she became bolder for no reason. She slowly stretched out her hand, gently pinched Mu Nanhe's abdominal muscles, and then groped up and down, doing what she had been thinking about for a long time.
Mu Nanhe's body froze at her sudden action. After a while, a helpless and doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he asked in a low voice: "Wife, do you want to touch me?" Yang Qingyan nodded with satisfaction, like a cat that had stolen some fish.
Mu Nanhe's breathing gradually became heavier, and with a trace of imperceptible patience, he said in a low and hoarse voice: "I can't stand it if you touch me again."
Yang Qingyan was a little confused at first when she heard this, but when she looked up subconsciously, she instantly understood what he meant, and saw that Mu Nanhe's lower body had already had an obvious physiological reaction.
Her cheeks suddenly became hot, and she quickly retracted them, looking away in panic, her heart beating like a deer. The atmosphere in the room instantly became ambiguous and hot, and both of them fell into a feeling of shyness and expectation.
In this atmosphere full of ambiguity and temptation, Mu Nanhe's heartbeat was beating like a drum, and his deep and fiery eyes were locked tightly on Yang Qingyan in front of him. Although his heart had long been overwhelmed by the surging impulse, he still relied on his strong willpower to endure it.
He leaned forward slightly, slowly approached Yang Qingyan's earlobe, and said softly in a voice so gentle that it seemed to melt her heart: "Wife, is it okay?"
There was a sense of anticipation in her tone, like a child anxiously waiting for candy; at the same time, there was also a subtle sense of uneasiness, as if she was afraid that she would be rejected.
As the warm breath he exhaled while speaking gently brushed past Yang Qingyan's ears, the itchy feeling instantly spread throughout her body, causing her to involuntarily shrink her neck, and a faint blush quietly climbed up her cute cheeks.
Yang Qingyan didn't say anything. She was flustered and shy. She turned her head and kissed Mu Nanhe directly on the mouth. The meaning was self-evident.
This sudden action was like a flash of lightning across the night sky. My whole body froze in place for a moment, as if time had also frozen at this moment.
However, in just a moment, Mu Nanhe quickly recovered from the shock. His arms stretched out as if by force, gently but firmly holding Yang Qingyan's slender waist. As he moved, the distance between the two bodies became closer, and their breathing intertwined, forming an ambiguous atmosphere that accelerated the heartbeat.
Then, Mu Nanhe slowly closed his eyes and began to actively respond to this passionate kiss. He gently sucked Yang Qingyan's soft lips, and the tip of his tongue vaguely touched the inner wall of her vagina. Every contact was like igniting a small flame, completely releasing the long-suppressed emotions in their hearts. Gradually, this originally shallow kiss became more and more passionate and deeper...
The temperature in the room seemed to rise a few degrees. Mu Nanhe's fiery eyes were fixed on Yang Qingyan's absolutely beautiful face, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.
The slender and powerful fingers began to gently unbutton Yang Qingyan's clothes. Every subtle movement was so cautious, for fear of disturbing the poetic and picturesque woman in front of him. As the clothes slipped off piece by piece, Yang Qingyan's white and tender skin gradually appeared in front of Mu Nanhe, emitting a charming glow.
Mu Nanhe could no longer suppress the surging emotions in his heart, and leaned down, first touching Yang Qingyan's delicate lips with his warm lips, then slowly moved to her earlobe and sucked gently. Yang Qingyan couldn't help but let out a coquettish cry, the sound was as clear and pleasant as a yellow oriole singing out of the valley, and the shyness and coquettishness contained in it was like a spring breeze blowing on the willows, which was as touching as the heartstrings.
After hearing this moving voice, Mu Nanhe's desire was instantly ignited. Although his movements were still gentle, they were filled with an irrepressible passion. His kisses moved slowly down Yang Qingyan's slender neck, leaving behind a string of warm traces as bright as rose petals.
At this moment, Yang Qingyan's face was already red, as tempting as a ripe apple. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like two frightened butterflies. Her hands unconsciously grasped Mu Nanhe's strong arms tightly, and her fingertips turned white because of the force. Her body also trembled slightly involuntarily, as if she was experiencing a thrilling storm, but she was willing to indulge in this unprecedented strong love and couldn't extricate herself.
Both of them were intoxicated and spent a wonderful night. The moon outside the window was shy and hid away, as if it couldn't bear to disturb the intimate time of this couple. In the house, only the intertwined breathing and heartbeats were left.
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