The mountain road was difficult to walk on, and it was full of small stones.
Yi Mu was forcibly pulled ashore by Zeng Guangzhao, without even having time to put on his shoes.
He walked barefoot on the sharp gravel path, his delicate soles aching from the stones.
Zeng Guangzhao seemed to have gone mad for some reason, ignoring everything Yi Mu said.
She dragged him all the way back to the military camp, closed the office door, and drew all the curtains to block the prying eyes from outside.
Yi Mu's feet were killing him. He sat down in his chair, turned on the desk lamp, and held his feet up to examine them.
Sure enough, my feet were blistered and raw; the soles of my feet were covered in blood and mud.
Zeng Guangzhao pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Yi Mu, ready to give him a proper lesson.
“You can’t do this. Those greenhorns are young and impetuous. There are no women in the barracks. You keep going to the back mountain…”
Yi Mu placed his foot between his legs and said coldly, "So what? Otherwise, you can have Shi Fang summon me back. I've had enough of this godforsaken place."
The chair was only so big, and Zeng Guangzhao, being tall and strong, had barely any room left when he sat down.
His sitting posture is habitually with his legs spread apart, leaving only a small space between them.
Yi Mu stretched out his feet, taking up the entire area.
His foot inevitably brushed against Zeng Guangzhao's leg, and Zeng Guangzhao's entire sensory awareness was concentrated between his legs.
Yi Mu curled the corners of his mouth and tapped his toes in the air, each time almost touching the crucial spot.
Zeng Guangzhao's eyes flashed with a sinister fire; Yi Mu was definitely doing this on purpose.
During these three months, he always intentionally or unintentionally created fantasies for Zeng Guangzhao.
Sometimes the blankets would get wet for no reason, and I would share a bed with Zeng Guangzhao.
Yi Mu has a particularly irregular sleeping posture, moving around constantly. In the latter half of the night, he uses both his hands and feet to hug Zeng Guangzhao like a koala.
There are many mosquitoes in the mountains, they are large, and their bites are painful.
My sheepdog attracts mosquitoes a lot, and spraying mosquito repellent is completely useless. As soon as summer started, my arms and neck were covered in bites.
The most outrageous thing was that he somehow got bitten on the buttocks, and since he couldn't reach it himself, he asked Zeng Guangzhao to apply medicine for him.
In the past, Zeng Guangzhao would never have agreed to this.
But as time went on, he realized that Yi Mu was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, and that he had taken a huge risk to save him back then.
Yi Mu is a good person, but sometimes he has a bad temper.
Using this as an excuse, Zeng Guangzhao would try his best to help Yi Mu whenever he needed his help.
This back-and-forth led to problems.
Zeng Guangzhao reached out his hand, intending to move Yi Mu's feet away.
But as soon as his hand touched that snow-white foot, for some reason, he couldn't muster any strength.
Yi Mu waited for three seconds, but Zeng Guangzhao did not make a move, so his smile widened.
"Commander, what are you doing?"
Zeng Guangzhao's fingers had just brushed against the smooth, creamy skin of her feet.
Startled by his shout, she quickly and roughly lifted his foot, her attempt to cover up the truth was all too obvious.
He said sternly, "I'm talking to you, this is very inappropriate."
Before his foot was released, Yi Mu gasped, "My foot was rubbed raw and bleeding, it hurts so much."
Upon hearing this, Zeng Guangzhao frowned, lifted his foot slightly, and indeed saw a bloody mass.
He looked down and saw that there were no shoes on the ground.
So, Yi Mu walked back barefoot the whole way!?
Why didn't you say so sooner!
Yi Mu looked innocent: "I told you to stop, but you couldn't hear me. What could I do?"
Something flashed across Zeng Guangzhao's face quickly. He put his feet down, pushed the door open, and went out.
He came in again, carrying a medicine box.
Yimu said, "Just let the military doctor handle it."
Zeng Guangzhao glanced at him, his expression awkward: "You don't believe me?"
He should look in the mirror now; he's spitting out a face full of jealousy.
Yi Mu thought that his self-inflicted injury was worthwhile.
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