But a surge of impulse, stronger than reason, propelled her forward, her soft hand reaching unhindered into his open shirt.
Those crisscrossing scars are like a silent map, winding from the shoulder blades to the side of the waist, each raised line telling a story of life and death in the smoke of war.
My fingertips unconsciously traced a newly formed scar, the scab painfully rough to the touch.
Xu Zhuohua's cheek was pressed against Cheng Muyun's violently heaving chest. The sound of his shirt buttons popping mingled with his heartbeat, exploding into fine thunder in his ears.
Cheng Muyun suddenly ripped open his shirt, and the buttons popped off everywhere, like rolling marbles, scattering into the darkness until the sound disappeared completely.
His thick arms gripped her like iron rings, and as his palms rubbed against her back, the calluses on his fingertips caused a fine, ticklish sensation on her skin.
The moment the teeth marks landed on the hollow of his shoulder bone, Xu Zhuohua subconsciously gripped his sweat-soaked shirt, his fingertips brushing against the protruding knuckles on the back of his neck, eliciting a suppressed groan from his chest.
In the darkness, the crimson mark slowly spread beneath the skin, like a crushed rose.
Cheng Muyun buried his face in her hair, his hot breath making her earlobes burn, while his arms tightened around her, as if he wanted to knead their bones into each other's flesh and blood.
Xu Zhuohua's eyes were alluring as she slowly moved her fingers toward Cheng Muyun. A burning sensation instantly spread through her palms. She whispered in Cheng Muyun's ear, "What can separate us tonight?"
Cheng Muyun felt a tightness in his stomach, suppressed his breath, and squeezed out a voice from his throat, "Tonight, nothing can separate us."
He lifted Xu Zhuohua up by the waist, walked to the bedside, gently put her down, and then bent down to kiss her soft lips.
Xu Zhuohua's hand slid haphazardly, arousing boundless desire.
Cheng Muyun grabbed Xu Zhuohua's hand, his eyes filled with desire, "Stop teasing me."
Xu Zhuohua leaned against the soft pillows and then unbuttoned her pajamas one button at a time.
The weather in Xinhai City is not as dry as in Beiping.
Beiping is like a desert, while Xinhai City is an oasis with a suitable temperature and humidity.
At first, it felt like walking into a desert. As we ventured deeper, we gradually entered a deserted island, and then we saw greenery, with large swathes of lush trees appearing.
The desert traveler persevered and finally found water in the arid desert, and then wished he could bury his head in the water and drink it.
Cheng Muyun raised his head, wiped his lips, and slowly crawled to Xu Zhuohua's front. Without any hesitation, he kissed Xu Zhuohua's lips the moment she opened her mouth.
Sweet and sticky glutinous rice cakes need to be pounded hundreds of times to become soft and chewy.
The loud crash as the wooden door was flung open startled the dust that had accumulated on the roof beams, causing it to fall in a flurry. The night wind, carrying the sounds of people in the corridor, suddenly rushed in, instantly chilling Xu Zhuohua's still-warm earlobes.
Cheng Muyun reacted incredibly quickly. His taut arms encircled her like iron rings, and as he sat up, the blankets he lifted wrapped around their intertwined figures, leaving only scattered, messy folds rippling along the edge of the bed.
"Don't be afraid." His warm breath brushed against her burning earlobe, and Cheng Muyun's strong chest heaved violently, his heartbeat making Xu Zhuohua's cheeks burn.
She instinctively tightened her arms around his neck, her silky hair falling down and obscuring their faces into a hazy silhouette.
The sound of hurried footsteps and hushed conversations echoed down the corridor, while the man in her arms gently stroked her back with his calloused hands, as if soothing a frightened cub.
Xu Zhuohua buried her burning cheeks even deeper into his chest, her nose surrounded by the unique scent of gunpowder smoke and body heat.
The lingering passion from moments before now transformed into shyness; hot blood rushed down her neck to her earlobes, and even her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Cheng Muyun held the person in his arms with his strong arms, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing. The last trace of lust in his eyes had disappeared, but he stared intently at the crowd that had broken in outside the door, like a ferocious beast.
The Cheng family servants stood frozen at the door, still in the stiff posture of reaching out to stop them, their white-knuckled fingertips seemingly frozen in mid-air.
Luo Yunqiao's dark green woolen overcoat fluttered in the wind, his leather shoes slammed heavily across the threshold, and his gaze, like a venomous snake, coiled around the two people embracing on the bed.
Luo Yunqiao pushed aside the person blocking his way, and the next second, Cheng Muyun's extremely imposing voice came.
"If you dare to come in, my gun won't be so polite."
Cheng Muyun pulled out a pistol from somewhere and, with a 'click,' pointed it at Luo Yunqiao, who was about to enter through the door.
Upon hearing the sound of a pistol being cocked, Xu Zhuohua couldn't help but flinch. Cheng Muyun gently patted her shoulder with his other hand, his eyes fixed on the doorway, and kissed Xu Zhuohua's hair to comfort her.
Luo Yunqiao's knuckles turned white as he gripped the crocodile skin bag, the meticulously applied rouge leaving fine indentations on the leather surface.
She watched Cheng Muyun holding Xu Zhuohua's arm, tears trembling on her eyelashes, like ice crystals hanging on a spider web before a storm.
"Brother Mu Yun..." Luo Yunqiao choked back tears, taking half a step forward, but was frozen in place by the cold glint of the gun barrel. "You promised me long ago that you would come to the villa tonight to keep me company..."
She staggered, grabbing the doorframe for support, tears streaming down her face: "I specially redecorated the villa for this, but you..."
Cheng Muyun's taut jawline almost cut through his skin, but Xu Zhuohua in his arms seemed to sense his anger and bit his chest under the covers, her canine teeth grinding and licking, making him involuntarily hunch over. This provocative action made his pupils shrink.
He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, his anger intensifying. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not going, and that means I'm not going. Get out of here right now!"
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