It was a very intense kiss, as if it were a feeling that had been suppressed for a long time. Even her breathing became rapid, and Mo Qing couldn't help but tremble slightly, her body starting to heat up.
His hands were on his waist, and through his military overcoat, he pulled her tightly into his arms. His body was hard, and against her softness, a strange, blissful sensation rose within him.
His kiss landed on her neck, and his hand slipped under Mo Qing's shirt.
Mo Qing hugged him, running her fingers through his thick, black hair, gently pulling it back and forth. His hair was very soft and fine, and the feeling of it brushing against her fingers was very comfortable.
Mo Qing looked at the ceiling, her eyes dark and clear. She wasn't afraid at all, nor did she want to refuse.
She would give him anything he wanted, no matter what it was.
After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped, his breathing heavy and his voice hoarse. He asked, "How does it feel?"
A wisp of warm breath trickled into her ear, and Mo Qing chuckled softly, turning her head to kiss that fair face, as if it were a whispered secret between lovers.
"It feels...very good."
The person on top of her froze. Mo Qing laughed uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking. Ji Muhan scrambled off her, staring at her. A slight blush suddenly appeared on her usually aloof face, especially around her ears, which turned bright red.
He originally intended to intimidate her and scare her, but it obviously didn't have the desired effect. Instead, he was rendered speechless by Mo Qing's shameless smile and ended up blushing.
Mo Qing continued to lie there, smiling, fearless.
Then, slowly and deliberately, she pulled down the clothes that he had pushed up to her chest, covering her snow-white waist.
Then she turned over, rolled up the blanket, wrapped herself up, and looked at him with her big, blinking eyes.
"Ji Muhan, Hanhan, your blanket smells so good..."
"Just like you, you smell wonderful."
She rolled around on the bed, her expression innocent and genuine, like a child.
A blush crept up Ji Muhan's face, and she covered her eyes before quickly entering the bathroom.
When he came out again, Mo Qing was already nestled in the quilt, breathing peacefully, her sleeping face serene.
Ji Muhan's eyes flickered slightly as she watched Mo Qing restlessly kick off the blanket. Feeling a bit of a headache, she took a few big steps forward and covered her with the blanket again.
Unlike the capital, the temperature drops in the mountains at night. If you don't cover yourself well with a blanket, you'll probably catch a cold when you wake up tomorrow morning...
Mo Qing didn't react at all to Ji Muhan's series of actions. Ji Muhan looked calmly at her beautiful face.
These two must really be tired. Their small, delicate faces look peaceful and beautiful, unlike when they're awake, when they're as restless as a fox, always coming up with mischievous ideas.
In fact, he had already been moved by her when she took off her clothes without hesitation and hugged him to cool him down during their mission in Yunnan.
Perhaps he only has a vague feeling right now.
However, he thought that if he were to take the first step for anyone in this world, that person would have to be…
...
A sliver of dawn appeared.
The morning light is warm.
When Mo Qing woke up, soft sunlight was already streaming in through the window.
A gentle smile appeared on the face of the boy who was lying on the sofa with his legs bent.
Mo Qing watched for a while before tiptoeing out of bed, slippers in hand, and quietly walking over there.
Ji Muhan was lying on the sofa in an extremely contorted position, with his long legs bent over and his head resting on the other armrest of the sofa.
His face was handsome, but the dark circles under his eyes betrayed his fatigue.
Mo Qing was about to reach out and smooth the furrowed brows that he wore even in his sleep when she suddenly froze in mid-air.
Ji Muhan looked at her with slightly hazy eyes, not quite reacting for a moment.
He stood there stunned for a while. Mo Qing quickly withdrew her hand and smiled awkwardly, "You're awake."
She was about to get up and walk away, but because she had been squatting on one leg for a while, her left leg cramped up when she stood up in a hurry.
Her hand instinctively reached out to grab something, but her leg was throbbing terribly. Her face contorted in pain, and as she reached out to grab something, a large, strong man's hand grasped hers.
Mo Qing was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, Ji Muhan got up and helped her sit on the sofa where she had just been sleeping.
She looked pained and couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Ji Muhan's ears turned bright red, but she couldn't care less about that at the moment.
He paused, looking at her expression, and asked with a hint of complexity in his voice, "Are you alright?"
Mo Qing was slightly taken aback, then shook her head. "I just feel a little uncomfortable." The next second, Ji Muhan, who was squatting in front of her, directly used the hand that had just been holding hers to touch her leg.
His hands gently massaged her legs, relieving the numbness and pain.
For a moment, Mo Qing almost forgot about the pain. All she knew was that her gaze kept falling on the soft, black-haired young man in front of her.
His focused gaze and earnest expression when he lowered his eyes.
Even her expressionless face was somewhat moving.
Upon hearing this, Mo Qing couldn't help but smile.
The smile on his face was impossible to hide.
It was too obvious, and it was slightly glaring in Ji Muhan's eyes.
He coughed lightly. "What are you laughing at?"
Mo Qing curled her lips into a smile and shrugged innocently, "No, I didn't laugh."
From the first moment she saw Ji Muhan, she knew that this aloof and indifferent man could never escape her heart.
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