The door hinges groaned from years of disrepair, and the north wind blew in snow particles. Xie Yun stood at the doorstep, with a thick layer of snow on his shoulders and even his eyelashes condensed with ice crystals. He stomped on his thick military boots, and the snow fell to the ground with a "rustle".
His gaze fell on Zheng Wanqing behind the door, and his eyes softened instantly. He asked softly, "Why aren't you asleep yet?" His voice was rough from the wind and snow, but it couldn't hide the tenderness in his eyes.
Zheng Wanqing did not answer. She raised her bare hand and brushed the snow off his shoulders.
Looking at his red cheeks from the cold, Zheng Wanqing felt a little distressed, and she unconsciously touched his skin. As soon as her fingertips touched his skin, Xie Yun's big hands like iron clamps grabbed her wrist. Then, a strong and irresistible force came over her, and Zheng Wanqing was suddenly pulled into his arms.
Xie Yun leaned down, and with his lips, which smelled of the biting wind and snow, he eagerly yet tenderly covered her soft lips.
This sudden kiss, with the bone-chilling chill of the wind and snow, ignited a scorching heat the moment they touched. Zheng Wanqing was forced to look up, and the back of her neck was firmly supported by his large hand wearing suede gloves. She closed her eyelids lightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and let his familiar and reassuring breath drown her.
His tongue gently traced the shape of her lips, and when she slightly opened her lips, he pried open her lips and teeth and probed in. Xie Yun's nimble tongue was like a nimble dancer, stirring wantonly between them. The hot temperature and intimate movements made her mind confused, and her mind went blank for a moment, as if the whole world was left with only their intertwined breathing and heartbeats.
"Mmm..." She panted softly and tried to push away, but he held her tighter.
Zheng Wanqing felt as if the world was spinning, and her legs gradually lost strength, as if she was walking on clouds, limp and powerless. If it weren't for Xie Yun's strong arms supporting her, she would have collapsed to the ground.
It was not until Zheng Wanqing was almost out of breath that he reluctantly stepped away.
Xie Yun looked at her panting, stroking her swollen lips with his thumb with lingering satisfaction. The dark color in his eyes was as dangerous and charming as a trapped beast.
"You really are..." Zheng Wanqing's cheeks flushed, and before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Xie Yun's deep laughter. The laughter shook his chest slightly, and even the wind and snow outside the window seemed to be startled, beating against the window frame more violently.
Zheng Wanqing raised her eyes and saw the unconcealed joy on his brows, which instantly dispelled the haze that had shrouded her heart because of the mysterious letter.
She raised her hand and gently stroked the ends of his hair that were stained with cold air, and softly commanded: "Lower your head."
This young marshal, who was so feared by the enemy, now bowed his head obediently.
Her fingertips passed through his slightly cool hair, and the touch was as delicate and smooth as touching the finest silk, which made people feel happy. After taking off the military cap, a strand of black hair playfully wrapped around her fingertips, as if it was reluctant to separate from her, and gently wrapped around her fingertips.
She couldn't help but gently rub the top of his head. Xie Yun rubbed against her palm like a big dog. His naive look reminded her of the dog named Dahuang at her grandmother's house.
Xie Yun took off his coat and gloves and hung them aside, then pulled Zheng Wanqing to sit down beside the fire. The dancing flames illuminated their faces, and Zheng Wanqing looked sideways, only to see that the usual cold and sharp expression between Xie Yun's brows had been diluted by his smile, revealing a bit of the youthful spirit of a young man.
"What makes you so happy?" Zheng Wanqing tilted her head and asked curiously.
He smiled and took Zheng Wanqing's hand, placing it in front of the fire to warm it. "We have captured Zhao Qingshan's lackey." He lowered his voice with a hint of dangerous pleasure.
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