0p0 Chapter 858 A Selfish and Greedy Country Wife Accompanying the Army (22)
Chapter 858 A Selfish and Greedy Country Wife Accompanying the Army (22)
Mu Zhou obediently climbed onto Cheng Lifeng's bed.
The blanket is big enough that the two of them won't feel too cramped.
It can even leave a small distance between the two people.
The difference is clear.
Mu Zhou seemed to have no other thoughts; she slept beside him without any suspicion.
It seemed like complete trust in him.
Soon, she fell peacefully asleep.
She didn't sleep very soundly, and gradually, the distance between her and Cheng Lifeng disappeared.
Her small face rested on the pillow, her cheeks slightly protruding from the pressure.
So cute it makes you want to touch it.
Unaware of her surroundings, she slowly inched closer to the heat source.
Finally, it was completely covered up.
Cheng Lifeng's eyes were dark and deep, with a subtle glint in them that hinted at a dangerous undertone.
He slowly reached out and placed his hand on her lower back, then, as if making a firm decision, he pulled her firmly into his arms.
In an instant, I felt that the phrase "soft jade and warm fragrance" was a truly apt description.
He unconsciously applied some force to his hands.
He slowly lowered his head and rested it against her hair.
His breathing suddenly became heavy.
The gleam in his eyes was startling; reason was clamoring to break free of its cage.
He was losing control.
Desire, like a domineering virus, seeped into his restraint little by little.
Tear apart all restraint.
But in the end, he held that position until dawn.
When Mu Zhou woke up, she found herself nestled in Cheng Lifeng's arms.
She was a little confused.
It took me a while to remember what happened last night.
She quietly looked up and saw that Cheng Lifeng was still asleep, so she reached out her finger and carefully poked his chest.
In this relaxed state, his muscles seemed less stiff.
Just as he was about to pull his hand back, his fingers were suddenly gripped.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"woke up?"
A hoarse voice sounded in his ear, slowly grinding into Mu Zhou's ears.
She trembled unconsciously and casually hummed in response.
Her fingers were still being held by him. Mu Zhou tried to pull them out, but Cheng Lifeng pressed down on her with the force she exerted.
Mu Zhou stared wide-eyed as he watched him hover above him, his arms braced on either side of his body.
Her eyelashes trembled as she frantically avoided his forceful and piercing gaze.
He caught a glimpse of his still-bandaged wound out of the corner of his eye and stammered:
"You, you're still injured, be careful."
Cheng Lifeng's deep gaze fell on her cheeks, witnessing the pinkness spreading to her neck.
His eyes held a deep, unfathomable depth, his captivating gaze holding her captive.
The moment their eyes met, he slowly lowered his head, his hot breath drawing ever closer.
Mu Zhou suddenly closed his eyes.
But what she expected didn't happen.
A burning hot mark came from my forehead.
Then, the feeling of oppression disappeared.
"You sleep a little longer, I'll make breakfast."
There seemed to be a smile in his voice.
Mu Zhou quietly opened one eye and saw Cheng Lifeng sitting up with his back to him changing clothes. Only then did he pull up the blanket to cover his blushing half of his face.
*
The roof was repaired that day, but the blankets still need to be aired out for a few more days.
Mu Zhou naturally slept at Cheng Lifeng's place.
The very next evening, she learned that Cheng Lifeng was going on a mission the next day.
"I don't know the exact time of my return. It will probably take about half a month, or maybe a month."
Cheng Lifeng told her whatever he could.
This was the first time the two had been separated since Mu Zhou joined the army.
The two were lying in bed at the moment.
Hearing this news from Cheng Lifeng, she felt inexplicably panicked.
But she knew this was a responsibility that a soldier should bear.
This is something she, as a military wife, has to endure.
Cheng Lifeng saw the worry in her clear eyes.
He grabbed her shoulders and silently pulled her into his arms.
Enveloped in his warm embrace, Mu Zhou's panic seemed to calm down a bit.
She knew she couldn't ask too many questions, so she simply leaned against his chest, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat.
The next day, Cheng Lifeng got up carefully so as not to wake her.
After quickly packing his clothes, he glanced back at the room with a deep look in his eyes, then looked away without lingering.
But as he was leaving, a thought suddenly struck him.
Turning his head, he saw Mu Zhou standing there, wrapped in a quilt, looking at him.
Her eyes gazed at him with affection.
She slowly approached and reached out to tug at the hem of his shirt.
He bent down accordingly.
Mu Zhou closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and pressed her lips to his.
In an instant, a sweet, cloying sensation, like that of White Rabbit candy, swept over us.
After a moment of stunned silence, Cheng Lifeng quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and took control with his burning lips.
As if something was surging through his blood, Cheng Lifeng was so stimulated that he almost trembled.
He couldn't help wanting more.
He forcefully captured her tongue, his ferocity far exceeding Mu Zhou's expectations.
Her tongue was almost numb.
Breath was completely swallowed up.
She could only lean weakly against him.
In the end, Cheng Lifeng carried her back to the room, blanket and all, and put her on the bed.
He leaned down and kissed her lips again:
"wait me back."
Cheng Lifeng didn't dare linger any longer and quickly left.
Hearing the door close again, Mu Zhou closed his eyes and fell asleep once more.
*
Cheng Lifeng was gone for more than a month.
It took longer than expected.
That day, Mu Zhou was sitting in the courtyard reading a book when Sister Zhang sat beside her, picking vegetables and talking about the interesting things happening in the courtyard.
Mu Zhou then learned that Lin Xuxiang had voluntarily applied for a transfer.
That night, when they came to my house for dinner, turned out to be the last time we met.
Seeing that she wasn't very interested, Sister Zhang advised her:
"Xiao Mu, that's how it is for soldiers. They have to go on missions all the time, and there's no guarantee they'll be back. You'll get used to it."
Sister Zhang knew that this was Mu Zhou's first time experiencing this, so she wanted to spend more time with her.
Everyone goes through this.
At that time, she was also worried and anxious at home because her husband had gone on a mission and there was no news of him.
As someone who had been through it all, she understood Mu Zhou's concerns.
Mu Zhou knew her good intentions and invited her to stay for a meal.
That evening, Mu Zhou wrote another page of calligraphy practice.
She wanted to enroll in night school so that at least she would have something to study, and then find a job.
So I started reading the books I borrowed from Zhao Lifang again.
As night deepened, she yawned from sleepiness, then washed up and went to bed.
The weather was getting warmer, so she put on her newly bought spring/summer pajamas.
A short slip dress with a long robe of the same fabric worn over it.
Fangjie dragged her to the mall to buy it.
It's said to be a high-end product from Guangzhou, with a fabric as smooth as silk.
Mu Zhou is also very rare.
Today is the first time I've worn it.
After admiring herself in the mirror for a long time, she lay back down on the bed, satisfied.
She has been sleeping in his room ever since Cheng Lifeng left.
It seems like this can make me feel a little more at ease.
She slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.
After an unknown amount of time, a barely perceptible noise came from the door.
A rustling sound, almost imperceptible.
A shadow fell, as if a pair of eyes were watching her.
Anxiety began to spread.
She struggled to wake up, but before she could even open her eyes to take a good look, she was enveloped in a warm embrace.
That familiar aura instantly enveloped her.
He is back.