The sound of the night watch bell penetrated the morning mist, and the gauze curtain was still filled with the warmth of the agarwood fragrance.
As soon as Xie Yun raised half of his body, the waistband of his underpants was hooked by two slender fingers.
"Don't go..." Zheng Wanqing's voice was still shrouded in sleepiness, her nasal voice was soft and tender, and her cheek was still pressed against the remaining warmth of his back, "It's not even daybreak yet."
Xie Yun turned around and saw a charming couch.
Zheng Wanqing's apricot-colored undershirt slipped down diagonally, and the half of her snow-white shoulder that was exposed was stimulated by the cold air that seeped in from outside the tent, and her skin suddenly trembled slightly.
Her long black hair spread all over the pillow, and half of her face was buried in the quilt, looking at herself sleepily.
Xie Yun reached out to tighten her collar, then pulled the quilt over to wrap her tightly, and pinched her nose: "Madam, are you going to delay my military duties?"
Zheng Wanqing simply pulled the belt and turned over, pulling Xie Yun's entire underpants loose a little. He was caught off guard and leaned forward, supporting himself with his arms on the pillow.
The two of them touched their noses, and Zheng Wanqing's eyes were filled with cunning light: "We tossed and turned until the third watch last night, and now we have to leave at the third watch..." Her soft fingertips touched the pale blue under his eyes, "Thank you, Marshal, for not taking care of your body..."
Before she finished speaking, Xie Yun lowered his head and took her fingertips into his mouth and sucked them gently.
The warm surface of his tongue swept across her fingertips, startling her so much that she pulled her hand back with a cry, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed her on the pillow.
He took the opportunity to pull her into his arms, including her waist and the quilt. Just as Zheng Wanqing was about to struggle, Xie Yun's calloused palm reached into the back of her neck, accurately found the sensitive spot that obsessed her, and rubbed it gently. Zheng Wanqing suddenly felt weak all over, and her voice trembled.
"you...!"
"Since Madam Qi has invited me so kindly..." Xie Yun held her earlobe and whispered, his breath burning the tip of her ear, "It would be disrespectful for me to refuse."
Zheng Wanqing was so angry that she laughed. How could this guy be so dishonest?
"Don't you think your husband left you too early?" His fingertips traced the red mark on her collarbone.
Zheng Wanqing slapped his hand away in a stern tone, "I just asked you to sleep a little longer, I didn't ask you to...well..."
The unfinished words were swallowed up in the lingering kiss.
Xie Yun held her lips with his hands and chuckled, pressing his whole body against her.
The gauze curtain swayed and fell, hiding the spring scenery, leaving only the sound of the night watch and the intertwined breathing.
At noon, Xie Yun lowered his eyes and looked at Zheng Wanqing who was sleeping in his arms. He gently moved the arm around her waist, but as soon as he moved, the snow-white wrist came over again, and the fingertips unconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes.
Xie Yun smiled and took his soft pillow to place it under her arms.
In his sleep, the person curled up in the remaining warmth, rubbing his cheek against the lingering pine scent on the pillow, and uttered incoherent words like a sated kitten.
A personal soldier's voice was heard outside the door, asking for instructions in a low voice. Xie Yun finally traced her sleeping face with his eyes. His hand lingered on the door for a moment, and finally he closed the door gently.
Xie Yun had just stepped into the office, with frost still on his shoulders.
"Report!" Zhou Lin's voice came from outside the door, which was deliberately lowered, with a bit of urgency.
Xie Yun untied his cloak and paused for a moment. He casually hung the cloak on a hanger beside him and said, "Come in."
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