Chapter 346 - 335: Tenderness (96 Jin He Shi Bi+)

Chapter 346: Chapter 335: Tenderness (96 Jin He Shi Bi+)

Du Yunluo was at a loss for words.

To be so shameless and ride on the wave, it was impressive he could even say it.

Before heading to the frontier, when the couple was together, although Mu Lianxiao was bold, he wasn’t like this.

He must have been led astray by those soldiers in the military camp who speak without any reservations.

It’s said that those people can utter all sorts of nonsense.

Even the most serious person can develop a thick skin, impervious to insults, after being constantly exposed.

In the past life, because of her bad temper, Mu Lianxiao would be cautious of her temperament; now, with their sincere feelings for each other, such flirtatious words just come out.

No, in the past life, Mu Lianxiao also had excessive moments, pressing her tight and cornering her, leaving her no way to escape, refusing to accept her cries of surrender, determined to completely overwhelm her...

Truly detestable!

Those past events, sealed for many years, suddenly surged to the forefront.

Du Yunluo couldn’t even articulate why she could still remember those things.

Clearly, it had been so many years, yet when she recalled, every word and sentence was still so vivid.

Just like that string of Yunluo Flowers.

The fragments flashing through her mind made Du Yunluo feel as if she were set aflame; she grasped Mu Lianxiao’s hand and bit down on his wrist, not too hard nor too soft.

After all, his skin was tough, and he never feared she might bite him.

Mu Lianxiao let her bite, and Du Yunluo controlled her strength, making him feel a slight pain, yet not breaking the skin.

With his eyes lowered, he looked at Du Yunluo, her beautiful apricot eyes misty, looking pitiful.

The corners of her eyes tinged with a pink hue, as if lightly brushed with rouge, adding even more charm to her already delicate features.

Mu Lianxiao read the emotions in Du Yunluo’s eyes.

The previous night when meeting her, his night vision was good, able to roughly see Du Yunluo’s expressions and postures even without moonlight or stars; each frown and smile was alluring.

But those moments were ultimately hazy compared to the daylight, lacking the clarity of now.

Her affection for him, her reliance on him, her yearning for him—each glance was so clear, so intoxicating.

Mu Lianxiao smiled, moved his wrist aside, and bent down to seek her cherry lips.

Du Yunluo wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her close.

Her breath, her spirit, rose and fell with the contact of his lips and teeth, the tentative kisses more tantalizing than mere taking.

Du Yunluo’s mind gradually became muddled, a low sigh slipping from her lips.

Like a storm, transforming into soft whispered words of affection at her ears, the hoarse voice was filled with longing for her.

Perhaps because they had been repressed for so long, or perhaps disrupted by past events, Du Yunluo was utterly limp, looking at him through half-closed, trembling eyes, dizzy as if in a dream...

Mu Lianxiao flipped over with Du Yunluo in his arms, pulling the quilt over them.

He held her tightly, gently stroking her, slowly calming her rapid breathing.

"Yunluo..." Mu Lianxiao called her.

Du Yunluo hadn’t yet fully come back to her senses, responding vaguely.

Mu Lianxiao laughed, lifting his hand to tuck her damp hair behind her ear and gently massage her slender waist, lest she wake up and complain of soreness.

After a good fifteen minutes of rest, Du Yunluo finally came to her senses.

She lazily lifted her eyes, the charm between her brows not yet faded, her glistening apricot eyes full of reliance and deep affection.

Mu Lianxiao tenderly kissed her forehead, but Du Yunluo’s gaze fell on his right arm.

There was a dark scar on the arm, overlapping with old wounds, so hideous that Du Yunluo’s breath caught in her throat.

Before it was already scary with the wounds left by the old bear, now coupled with a heartache, making her frown even more.

It wasn’t that she rejected those scars; she still felt heartache for him.

Weapons have no eyes.

Mu Lianxiao noticed her mood, followed her gaze, and said softly, "It’s healed, it doesn’t matter anymore."

Du Yunluo reached out, her fingertips gently brushed over the long scar, her heart aching.

Words of complaint and blame were all stuck in her throat, Du Yunluo sniffed, signaling for Mu Lianxiao to let her go.

Mu Lianxiao watched as Du Yunluo put on some clothes, lifted the curtains, got out of bed without even putting on her shoes, and walked right onto the floor with her delicate, bare jade feet.

Just as he was about to ask her to put on shoes, Mu Lianxiao saw Du Yunluo take a few steps to the dressing table, then quickly ran back to jump into bed and snuggle into his arms.

Mu Lianxiao used his long legs to warm her feet: "The ground’s cold, aren’t you freezing?"

Du Yunluo giggled.

With the underground fire dragon burning inside the room, how could the floor be cold? Besides, it was just a few steps away.

But Mu Lianxiao’s concern and attentiveness made her feel extremely comfortable, and Du Yunluo playfully rubbed her feet against Mu Lianxiao’s leg, then brought out the item in her hand like a treasure.

"The ointment you gave me before," Du Yunluo said.

Never mind the small box, it was really quite durable.

Du Yunluo seldom bruised or scraped, so she didn’t often use this ointment and kept it stored away, sometimes opening it just to sniff the scent.

She liked the smell, fresh and pleasant.

Mu Lianxiao laughed, "Yunluo, you want to apply medicine for me?"

Du Yunluo nodded, teasingly said: "The scar is just too ugly, I don’t like it."

Actually, Du Yunluo didn’t know whether this ointment would still work on Mu Lianxiao’s healed wounds, but applying it somehow gave her peace of mind.

She took some with her fingertips, dabbed it onto the scar, and carefully spread and rubbed it in.

Mu Lianxiao watched her serious and focused expression, as if she were doing something extremely important, couldn’t help but smile more, pecking her on the corner of her lips, said: "When applying ointment, shouldn’t you wash first? All sticky, doesn’t it bother you?"

If he hadn’t mentioned it, she’d have been fine, but upon hearing it, Du Yunluo felt uncomfortable all over and wanted to call for water. But as soon as she lifted the curtain and looked out, she realized.

It wasn’t still night; it was just afternoon...

She turned her head and glared at Mu Lianxiao fiercely, pulled the quilt over her head, and mumbled: "I’m not calling."

Mu Lianxiao was amused, jokingly said: "Yunluo, isn’t your skin quite thick?"

Du Yunluo pouted, "Not as thick as yours."

Mu Lianxiao reached to tug at her quilt, Du Yunluo wouldn’t let go, so he simply slid under it as well, rasping in her ear: "I won’t call either."

Du Yunluo hesitated.

Mu Lianxiao captured her earlobe, "Let’s do it again..."

Du Yunluo turned to look at him, his hand covering her eyes, kissed her lips.

...

The afternoon nap lasted until almost dusk.

Mu Lianxiao called for water, carrying the barely lifting-eyed Du Yunluo into the cleansing room to wash.

Du Yunluo let him do it; she had no energy even to lift a finger.

Once they cleaned up and changed into fresh clothes, Jin Rui entered to quickly arrange Du Yunluo’s long hair.

Through the copper mirror, Du Yunluo saw Jin Rui wanting to laugh but dared not to, clutching the jade hairpin in her hand, wishing she could throw it at the instigator’s head.