Mu Huaixi stopped.
It was almost dusk, and the light in the cat-ear cave was dim. Ying Mingcheng was standing not far away, like a torch in the darkness, and she was like a moth, throwing herself into his arms without hesitation.
The warm arms, the hot breath, and his prickly stubble all reminded her that this was Ying Mingcheng.
Ying Mingcheng hugged her back tightly, noticing his chest gradually getting hot and wet. He couldn't help but stroke the back of the person in his arms with amusement and tenderness.
He pulled her out of his arms, looked at his dirty hands, and carefully wiped away the tears from her cheeks with the back of his hand.
Mu Huaixi didn't want to cry either, but her tears seemed to have their own consciousness and fell down unconsciously. She heard trivial conversations coming from the next cave, and embarrassedly buried her head in his arms again.
"hiss......"
Mu Huaixi heard him gasp and immediately raised her head, her hand going straight to his button, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
"I'm not hurt," Ying Mingcheng grabbed her hand and placed it on his abdomen, "I'm just too hungry."
He rushed to the camp after completing the task. As soon as he arrived there and before he had time to eat, he heard the news that Mu Huaixi was assigned here. Without thinking, he came here, but he didn't expect that Mu Huaixi was still undergoing surgery, so he stood outside waiting until now.
"Are you stupid?" Mu Huaixi glanced at him and followed him out. If there was one thing that made the battalion commander better than ordinary soldiers, it might be that he had a separate small bamboo building in the camp. But it was not completely separate, as the first floor was occupied by all kinds of supplies, and the second floor had only two rooms, one with a sand table and a map, and the other was Ying Mingcheng's resting place.
A wooden bed, a straw mat, a few sets of clothes hanging on a rope, and a hot and bloody bandage thrown in the corner were all he had for resting.
Mu Huaixi put away the clothes that had been hanging there for who knows how long, wiped the dusty mat clean, and tidied the floor.
During this time, Ying Mingcheng was chased around with his bowl in his hand, and finally squatted behind the door to finish his meal. He took the lunch box and snatched the rag from Mu Huaixi's hand, and took it outside to wash.
Mu Huaixi looked around again and decided to leave.
Although Ying Mingcheng has her own room, she doesn't plan to live here and be treated specially.
Mu Huaixi thought very clearly that they came here to fight. Romance could be an embellishment, but it could not be the norm. Others had left their families and children to come here, and Ying Mingcheng had a girl in his room. What would other people think?
She wanted to leave quietly, but unexpectedly she ran into Huo Zhiwu as soon as she went downstairs. Coach Huo was obviously looking for Ying Mingcheng.
Mu Huaixi nodded at her and pointed in the direction of the river in the woods. "He went to wash the dishes and will be back soon."
"Sister-in-law," Huo Zhiwu saw her about to leave and stepped forward to stop her, "Sister-in-law, you are so bold."
"Hmm?" Mu Huaixi didn't understand what he meant and stopped.
Huo Zhiwu had a smile on his face. He didn't explain what he said, but continued, "My wife will be here soon. She's the second batch of military doctors to support us."
"Ah," Mu Huaixi congratulated with a smile, but then heard him thank her.
"Sister-in-law, if it weren't for you, my wife wouldn't have insisted on coming to the front lines." Huo Zhiwu's words sounded like a complaint, but there was a smile in his eyes. "Your courage has been passed on to my wife. No matter who tries to persuade her, she insists on coming!"
Mu Huaixi smiled secretly, pretending not to notice the boasting in his words.
Huo Zhiwu asked again: "Sister-in-law, I'm curious how you convinced Ying Mingcheng."
Based on his understanding of Lao Ying, he would definitely not agree to his sister-in-law going to the front line, otherwise he would not have sent her back to Shengjing in a hurry, saying that she was going to study, but in fact he just wanted his wife and children to live the most comfortable life under the care of their family.
Mu Huaixi opened her mouth and said that she had not even informed Ying Mingcheng that she was coming to the front line. She just persuaded her grandparents to come.
"Hmph," Ying Mingcheng had stood beside the two of them without them knowing when, and the look he cast at her seemed to have substance, causing Mu Huaixi, who was already feeling guilty, to tremble with heart and nervously pinch the corner of her clothes.
Ying Mingcheng gently pushed her towards the stairs of the small building and said, "Go upstairs and wait for me. We can talk when I come back."
She was already feeling guilty, and since she was in front of Huo Zhiwu, she could only nod and turn back. Before she could figure out how to explain, Ying Mingcheng came back.
"You, why are you back?"
"No, I mean, didn't you chat with Huo Zhiwu for a while?"
Perhaps her helplessness pleased the other party, Ying Mingcheng's expression was not embarrassed to the point of being terribly embarrassed, but instead had a hint of a smile.
Mu Huaixi suspected that the closed door blocked the light, causing an illusion in her eyes.
But she soon realized she hadn't misunderstood. The man who had a sullen face downstairs just now pulled her into his arms, the hot breath from his nose hitting her ears. "Xiao Xi, it's great that you can come."
His voice was hoarse and contained obvious forbearance. The hand on her back trembled slightly, and his arms tightened as if he wanted to rub her into his body.
"You, you're not angry?" Mu Huaixi grabbed his collar, a little surprised.
Ying Mingcheng let out a long breath and rested his forehead on her shoulder, “Angry, how can I not be angry.”
He thought of the fire that had risen in his heart when he heard that Xiao Xi had come to the front line, and he still felt extremely tormented. He was worried and angry, and felt that she was too stubborn and had not had a good rest for several days.
When he learned the news, Mu Huaixi had already boarded the car to the front line. He wished he could turn back and stop the car and send her back.
But as the battalion commander, he could not leave his post.
After those two agonizing days passed, perhaps because he had persuaded himself, Ying Mingcheng's heart gradually began to sour. He certainly knew why Mu Huaixi chose to come to the front line.
"You came here for me, how can I be angry?" Ying Mingcheng looked into her eyes, wishing he could give her his heart.
Mu Huaixi gently hit his chest, "I'm glad you know."
"I know," Ying Mingcheng held her hand and kissed her fingers lovingly. Her fingertips were wrinkled from sweat and medicine, and the smell of disinfectant remained on her fingers.
"What are you doing..." Mu Huaixi's ears felt a little hot. She then remembered that they had not seen each other for a while. Such intimate scenes had only appeared in her dreams before.
Ying Mingcheng noticed her shyness, and laughed a few times in a good mood. His rolling Adam's apple looked very sexy. He hugged her and sat on the wooden bed.
Mu Huaixi hit him a few times without giving in, but his hand was pulled down, touching his longing that could not be ignored.
The atmosphere gradually became charming, and the dream became reality. The originally illusory figure solidified before my eyes, and it was particularly hot when I touched it...
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