Upon hearing the news, Zhao Zheng rushed over. Inside the warm pavilion, Lianxing had her back to the door, her plain clothes stained with ink, which made her waist appear even more slender.
Hearing footsteps, she slowly turned around, her face still wet with tears, her eyes timid: "Commander Zhao... I'm troubling you again..."
Zhao Zheng placed a clean set of palace maid's clothes on the table, his eyes fixed straight ahead: "Madam, please go ahead. I will wait outside." Just as he turned to leave, Lianxing suddenly cried out "Ouch!" and her body went limp, as if she was about to fall again.
Zhao Zheng instinctively reached out to support her, but this time, Lianxing slumped softly into his arms! He was enveloped in her warm, fragrant embrace, her unique scent instantly enveloping him! She tilted her head back, her breath sweet as orchids, her warm breath brushing against his chin: "Commander... your hands... are so strong..."
Zhao Zheng froze, his hand supporting her waist feeling as if it had been burned, but he didn't push her away immediately like last time. The soft touch, the intoxicating fragrance, and the undisguised teasing and dependence in the beauty's eyes were like countless ants gnawing at his heart.
Zhao Zheng's rational mind told him he had to let go immediately, but his body reacted a beat too late. It took him a full three breaths to snap back to his senses and push her away like a branding iron, the force so great that Lianxing staggered and bumped into the corner of the table.
"Madam, please have some self-respect!" Zhao Zheng's voice was slightly hoarse and breathless. He dared not look at Lianxing again and practically fled. The guards on duty outside the door exchanged bewildered glances as they watched their commander leave with a gloomy face and hurried steps.
After a heavy snowfall, Zhao Zheng was patrolling the palace walls. Lianxing, wrapped in a thick snow fox cloak and carrying a food box, came alone, seemingly by chance, as if they were "searching for plum blossoms in the snow."
"Commander Zhao, you've worked hard." She smiled gently and handed him the food box. "It's freezing cold; a little hot soup will warm you up." Zhao Zheng hesitated for a moment, then accepted it. "Thank you, Madam." Lianxing didn't leave immediately. Instead, she stood beside him, gazing at the vast snowscape, and sighed softly, "This palace is so cold. His Majesty is unwell, and my heart... is even colder." As she spoke, she seemed to shiver slightly, took off her snow fox cloak, and stood on tiptoe to drape it over Zhao Zheng! "Commander, you've worked tirelessly day and night; please take care of yourself."
As the cloak, carrying her body heat and rich fragrance, drew near, Zhao Zheng's mind went blank! He abruptly took a step back, avoiding the cloak, but Lianxing's hand "accidentally" brushed against his firm chest. Even through the cold armor, the soft touch remained vivid!
"Madam!" Zhao Zheng's voice suddenly rose, carrying a warning, but his eyes flickered with a complex emotion. He didn't immediately reprimand her, but stared intently at Lianxing's eyes, which were filled with affection and grievance.
Lianxing withdrew her hand and hugged the cloak to her chest.
"Why is the commander so wary? I... I just feel sorry for you..." She bit her lip and looked deeply at Zhao Zheng. Her eyes held a hook and a flame that could burn through any man's reason.
She said no more, turned around, and walked away unsteadily through the snow, leaving behind a silhouette that left much to the imagination and a lingering fragrance in the air.
Zhao Zheng stood rooted to the spot, his chest heaving violently. The place where she had touched him still seemed to retain a lingering heat. He looked down at the food box in his hand, then gazed in the direction where Lianxing had disappeared. His eyes struggled, finally turning into a suppressed growl as he slammed his fist hard against the cold palace wall!
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