The woman stiffened and screamed subconsciously. The still dripping handkerchief didn't know whether to wring it out or continue washing it. Her face turned red and she didn't expect that he would say such rude words!
She really didn't think so!
She thought this water was prepared for her...
She had counted all the embarrassing things she had done in her life, and flashed through her mind like a revolving door, but none of them made her spine so numb that she wanted to dig a hole in the ground tonight.
She calmly adjusted the hem of her skirt, wrung out the handkerchief, and took a deep breath: "I thought this bucket of water was only for me..."
"I...I haven't used it very much." She finally stopped her tears and almost shed them again: "I'll get another bucket of water."
After saying that, he got up and went out.
"Who has time to boil water for you in the middle of the night?"
She turned her back and stood motionless at the door.
After a while, she turned around and said with difficulty: "I will burn it myself, so I don't need to bother you."
His frown deepened.
He knew that she was an ignorant white-eyed wolf!
He frowned slightly: "Stop."
Although he didn't mind using her water to bathe, there was no part of her body that he hadn't tasted carefully with his lips and tongue between the beds.
He didn't even ask if he washed it, which was too chilling for him!
She kept saying that she was her savior, and then turned around and gave her savior the leftover water from washing her butt. She was such a dark-hearted woman, with gold and jade on the outside, but depravity on the inside. She looked smooth and juicy, but she turned out to be a hairy girl. Moldy grapes, full of bad water!
Chilling!
He just asked, and then he showed his face like he was about to cry to whom?
He gritted his back teeth and looked at her with a gloomy brow: "If you cry again, you will sleep with those women tonight!"
Thinking of the women in those tents, and the smelly, sweaty men who would open the tents to visit from time to time, she shuddered and held back the tears that were squeezed into her eyes.
"Then what should we do?" She whispered, looking at him with a sad face: "How about General, don't wash it tonight, and wash it tomorrow."
His temples were jumping.
He raised his hand and pressed his brow bone, raised his head and closed his eyes and exhaled. When he opened his eyes, the woman was still standing at the door, looking at him intently with her sparkling eyes, and the sky-green scarf in her hand was twisted. Half dry, a drop of water fell down and hit her bare feet, which had taken off her stockings and put on her shoes.
Water droplets slid along the instep of the feet, which were red with cold, and into the gaps between the toes, leaving a winding, crystal-clear water stain.
Half of the plain white stockings that had been taken off were placed quietly on the bed next to the couch, and the other half was suspended in the air. A jasmine plant was embroidered around the mouth of the stockings, with pale pink and white petals clustered around goose-yellow stamens, and green branches. Winding around, rippling slightly, it also has a different style.
"Go and warm the bed." He looked away and ordered calmly.
After extinguishing the lamp on the table, leaving only a candlestick beside the couch, the light was like a bean, and the tent suddenly became dim.
"We have to march tomorrow, why don't I go to my tent and rest." She pinched her sleeves and whispered.
"Go if you are told. The crime of not punishing you today has been settled. What else do you want?" He was impatient and threatened again: "If you keep talking nonsense, you will sleep in the military prostitute camp."
This sentence was very intimidating, and she took off her shoes silently and got on the bed.
He opened the quilt and covered half of his body with his back, occupying half of the round pillow. He huddled in the corner of the couch and occupied only a small piece of land.
After getting on the bed, I realized that the bed in the military camp was as hard as sleeping on a wooden board. I didn't expect that Wei Cheng was the general, but the tent was larger than other places and had more appliances, but the bed was still generally hard and uncomfortable. Bones ached.
The quilt was also harder than the brocade quilt in the courtyard on Huaiye Street. The heavy fabric was hard and dry, and it was not comfortable at all when covering the body.
There was a sound of rushing water behind her, and she didn't dare to look back. She closed her eyes and huddled in the quilt until she fell asleep. She didn't know how long it took, but a corner of the quilt behind her was lifted up, and water vapor mixed with the coolness poured in. She was dazed. Mu Mu arched inward, but in the next moment he was hugged by an arm around his waist, and then he rose into the air and fell into an embrace that was slightly softer than the bed board.
This embrace is not only soft, but also very warm.
While she was half asleep and half awake, she subconsciously pressed her frozen feet against his strong calves. The man was so cold that he hissed with a grin on his face. His face looked a little ugly, and he stared down at her, who was squinting and sleepy.
"I asked you to warm my bed, but you warmed my feet instead."
He lifted her up, hugged her waist, lowered his head and bit her neck. Under the delicate skin, there were flowing blood vessels. He nibbled and licked carefully, deliberately making a slurping sound.
She moaned uncontrollably, hooked up her toes, and hugged his head: "I can't help it...be gentle."
He worked harder when he heard the sound, stretched out his tongue and followed the curve of the neck, winding upwards, found the two bright red and watery lips, took one piece in his mouth, and sucked on it.
The sound of squeaking water filled the silent tent, making people blush and heartbeat.
He held up her butt with one hand and sandwiched her cold feet between her warm legs. The two of them were like twin vines, intertwined and inseparable. He slowly rubbed her legs until she My feet slowly warmed up.
That greasy tongue pried into the mouth of the sandalwood, sucking up the body fluids wantonly, like a little dragon stirring up the sea, churning wantonly, and even more honey overflowed along the corners of the woman's mouth that she couldn't bear, and he licked them all away one by one.
She was so sleepy that she murmured with her eyes half-opened, but her voice was broken by the big tongue: "Aren't you tired after a day of walking...?"
She was about to cry but didn't have any tears. She didn't even dare to beg for mercy too directly, lest he ask her to move to a military prostitute camp again.
really.
He temporarily let go of her already red and swollen lips and tongue, and pulled out a silver thread between the two of them, then disconnected it.
A cold voice came from my ears.
"If you don't want to stay here, get out and sleep."
Shen Yinxiao really didn't understand why he was always so divided.
Even though he was doing the most intimate things, his tone of voice could be so cold and hard.
Sometimes he speaks in the gentlest tone but does cruel things.
As if a bucket of cold water had been poured on her, she had completely woken up. She closed her eyes and remained silent, letting him hold her in his arms. Fortunately, he didn't seem to really intend to do anything. He just held her tightly and kissed her. His hand reached into her clothes, and with his warm palms and rough palms, he flattened and rounded her, rubbing her until she trembled all over, then he pulled it out as if nothing had happened, held the back of her neck, and kissed her heavily.
"Are you still leaving?" He looked into her eyes and asked in a low voice.
She half-closed her eyelids, letting him do his bidding and nestled in his arms, shaking her head slowly.
He was very satisfied with this reaction. He hugged her tighter and reached out to take a string of things from the hut next to the couch. The bead chain made a soft sound, it was the string of incense ash and glass.
"Chen Yinxiao, remember what I said today. A gentleman's words are hard to follow. If I find out that you dare to lie to me again..."
He hummed softly. pinched her wrist.
Her jade-colored wrists and slender hands seemed especially unbearable in his big palm. The cold glass string was wrapped around her wrist, one after another, as if it was tied with a rope or a string of kites. She pinched the thread tightly in the quilt, and didn't let go until her palms hurt.
She is the bird that can never fly out of the cage, and the kite that is always held in the hands of others.
The next morning, when Wei Ning stepped into the Chinese army's tent, Wei Cheng was dressing and washing next to the screen. Wei Ning took a few steps closer and said, "General, there is..."
Wei Cheng frowned and waved his hand.
He paused, and a look of surprise flashed across his upright face until he caught a glimpse of the bulging figure on the couch behind the screen. Then he understood, lowered his steps, and turned around to wait for him in the front tent where the meeting was held.
I purposely turned my back to the screen and stood far away.
