She took two steps closer, and the cold smell from the armor hit her face.
She had never helped him put on and take off his armor, so she stood in front of him a little helplessly. After a while, she finally raised her hand and decided to take it off from top to bottom first.
She climbed onto his shoulder armor with bare hands. Due to the difference in body size between the two of them, she stood on tiptoes and with some difficulty touched the shoulder armor and the cowhide straps and lock buckles used to fix it. She pushed both sides apart. A pair of tiger-headed pieces slid down together with the shoulder armor. She hugged them, and they were a little heavy. She carefully put them aside, and then came over to untie his breastplate and abdominal armor.
The breastplate on the breastplate was polished so smooth that it could be seen, and several knife marks on the mirror were shocking. Her stern face had a hint of bitterness, which was also reflected on the mottled but smooth mirror surface. She was frightened. He jumped, hurriedly adjusted his expression, lowered his head slightly, and avoided the two compelling gazes above his head.
When he lowered his head, he saw a green-faced and tusked animal head with a gold-inlaid leather belt in its mouth. The coldness hit the face. I don’t know what kind of ferocious beast was carved on the belly. It looked like a lion or a tiger, with its mouth wide open. A pair of big copper bell-like eyes stared at her.
If a recruit stood in front of the owner of this armor, he would probably be frightened to death by this fierce armor before he was hacked to death.
She swallowed hard and felt around on his chest, but couldn't find the laces or buckles.
Feeling the rising and falling of her chest under her palms becoming more and more obvious, she thought that he was impatient. She raised her head and explained in a dry voice: "I can't find where the frenulum is..."
The woman had her head lowered all the time, hurriedly looking for tips on how to take off her armor. When he lowered his head, he happened to see the nape of her neck, which was like suet-fat jade, and her half-covered black hair hanging on her shoulders. Every time she moved, the faint fragrance of jasmine lingered in the air. The tip of his nose was even more itchy than when new flesh was growing on the wound.
It was obvious that I had been struggling all night when I left, but now I have reacted again...
Under the tight skin on the neck, the Adam's apple rolled up and down.
The woman suddenly raised her head, revealing her smooth forehead. The two suddenly met their eyes. He paused, looked away calmly, and reminded her impatiently: "Behind her back."
She groaned, walked around behind him, and looked directly at her without his sharp gaze. Her whole body became much more relaxed. She touched the locks and leather bands, and opened them one by one. The armor fell off his body, and she reached out to hold it. , extremely heavy.
As if she was holding a discus in her hand, her hands sank unexpectedly, and her left elbow struck heavily on the saber at his waist. The handle of the ring-shou sword was engraved with a dragon bird totem, and the protruding pattern hit her numbness. In his tendons, he felt that half of his body was numb with pain. He immediately let out a hiss, his eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth to prevent tears from falling.
The armor in his hand also fell off, and Wei Cheng quickly caught it with his eyes, put it aside, turned around, pinched her injured arm, and kneaded it gently to relieve her pain.
In a mocking tone: "Just like you, you were captured by bandits and taken to the mountains as a slave within a few days. Do you know how many bandits there are along this road?"
After thinking about it, he added with a cold snort: "I also want to give them children."
"Eight are born in ten years, and a litter of little bandits is born. Your breasts will be as flat as your navel, and your belly will be as wrinkled as a persimmon."
Her body trembled, her head lowered, her eyes slightly red.
He raised her chin, a little disgusted: "Why are you crying?"
He raised his hand and patted her face gently, and said sincerely: "I saved you, do you know that?"
Seeing that she didn't speak, he became interested and insisted on listening to her. He asked again: "Do you know?"
Her nose felt sore and she cried: "I know."
"What do you know?" he asked quietly.
"You are...my savior." She burst into tears.
This is right, he said "Huh".
Sometimes he himself felt quite confused, why did he fall in love with this woman?
Her breasts are not the biggest and softest, her legs are not the thinnest and fairest, and her face does have some color. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had a one-night stand with a hero on a whim, probably because of her skills in bed.
It's just that such a temperament looks soft, but in fact it's like a pit stone, smelly and hard. No matter how good you are in bed, tsk, it still gives you a headache.
I really don’t know how I can endure it until now.
This description is not really appropriate. She actually smells pretty good. When I first met her, she always had a herbaceous scent of soap locust. Now it is the scent of the jasmine he raised.
Let’s call it a fragrant and hard stone.
"You just got hit and are you crying like this?"
He took off his skirt and armor, waved it, put it aside, and was about to wash his hands and face with the water in the bucket before going to bed. Then he saw her still standing there stupidly, with her pretending to be calm and hidden in her eyes. There was a hint of sadness, his hands were stained with dust, and his forehead was also stained with a small patch of dirt.
Like a pitiful puppy.
He came closer, lowered his head and sniffed her neck.
Watching him come over to sniff with his mouth stretched out like a dog, she subconsciously took a step back. However, when she saw his suddenly darkened expression, she resisted taking a second step back and said stiffly: "I haven't washed myself. I'm dirty." .”
"I smell it." He frowned; "It's a smell."
She blushed and opened her eyes wide: "How could it smell? It's just stained with some dust."
"I said yes."
"There is water there, go and wash yourself." He pointed to the wooden barrel on the side, which was about knee high. The basin was covered with a lid, and when it was opened, there was steaming boiling water.
It was not easy to store water while marching and fighting. It was always a matter of saving and using it. She guessed that having so much water in the military camp for washing and washing was considered a luxury, so she didn’t dare to use it more or ask more questions. I scrubbed my hands, face and neck carefully.
Turning around, she saw him sitting under the lamp reading the march map, looking at it seriously. She breathed a sigh of relief, carefully squatted down, covered her body with her skirt, and began to scrub her lower body.
The sound of water rushing was very pleasant. He seemed to be looking at the map, but in fact he had been listening for a long time. He had already read the map dozens of times, and had already decided the route with everyone. In fact, there was nothing interesting to see, he was just looking for it for himself. Do something, otherwise, you will just stare at that woman, or even get annoyed!
Hearing the continuous sound of water, he glanced calmly.
Under the sky-blue Sulu skirt, the lines are round and soft, and the jade-colored thighs and buttocks are looming under the skirt. The handkerchief is filled with water, and it stretches inward step by step...
The woman washed quickly and carefully, even the tip of her nose was covered with a thin layer of sweat due to nervousness. She did not notice at all that the man beside the case had been paying attention to her for a while.
He rolled up the map in his hand slowly, threw it aside, and sneered: "Chen Yinxiao."
The map fell on the desk with a "snap" sound, and his voice was cold: "You're going to let your savior take a bath with the water you used to wash your butt, right?"
