Perhaps it was the good atmosphere after a kiss, or perhaps it was the need to do something to solidify the feelings after understanding each other’s hearts, Yu Beizhou’s hands started to become dishonest again.
For this, he even solemnly found a reason. “The military doctor also said that sweating more would be good.”
Zong Luo fell into silence for a moment.
Indeed, what could make one sweat more than doing this kind of thing?
While he was pondering, someone had already skillfully untied his belt.
The noble clothes of the crown prince were piled up and fell to the ground, leaving only a thin inner garment.
“You…” Zong Luo was still hesitating.
This was not the open wilderness, nor the deserted Ghost Valley. Outside the main camp, there were soldiers everywhere, with guards every five steps and shifts every two hours. Although it was quiet at night, there were indeed soldiers everywhere.
If any noise was made, even if there were ten Zong Luos, he couldn’t afford to lose face.
However, Yu Beizhou, who was full of bad ideas, didn’t give his senior brother a chance to refuse.
With a long arm, the clear breeze and bright moon crown prince was pulled into the hot bedding.
The sleeping bags used in the military camp were the same for the generals. Apart from being softer and larger than those of ordinary soldiers, they couldn’t be specialized.
Even if Zong Luo’s sleeping bag was bigger, it would be difficult to squeeze two people into it. Previously, Yu Beizhou insisted on holding him to sleep, and a high fever in the middle of the night could wake Zong Luo up, so he knew how big the sleeping bag was.
Not to mention now, when they were meeting without any obstacles.
The two people were tightly pressed together, and their desires were naturally unobstructed.
Although it had only been three days, the Tai’A sword indeed missed the tightness of the scabbard.
Yu Beizhou held the Qixing Longyuan, the swordsman’s slender and pale, powerful and hot fingers slowly slid over the sword body, easily making the latter emit a humming sound.
The swordsman and the sword seem to have a natural connection.
“Little junior brother is indeed more honest than senior brother.”
Yu Beizhou chuckled softly, his voice hoarse.
When it fell into Zong Luo’s ears, his face turned red uncontrollably.
In this respect, he was truly a blank sheet of paper.
Of course, Yu Beizhou was not much better. However, this person took a shortcut, learned countless unique techniques left by his predecessors in the Ghost Valley, and took advantage of those few days to practice on his senior brother, just like stewing a goose in an iron pot, he cooked the person thoroughly. Although it couldn’t be said to be very magical, it was absolutely enough to deal with Zong Luo.
“You are still injured.” Zong Luo still wanted to struggle a bit.
They were all full of vigor and blood, and the atmosphere was there. It was inevitable that something would happen, not for the first time. But after all, Yu Beizhou was still running a high fever, and Zong Luo couldn’t do such a thing.
The crown prince in white paused, and also followed suit, placing his hand on the hilt of the Tai’A sword.
But the latter was really too hot, so hot that his fingers trembled and he could hardly hold on.
Under the dim candlelight, that inch of ear tip quietly turned red again.
“Senior brother is right, Junior brother is now weak all over.”
Yu Beizhou held back a chuckle and appreciated it for a while, deliberately made trouble with the sword in this person’s hand, and then leaned over to kiss him.
“Then troubling Senior brother to put in more effort.”
This kiss was passionate and fierce, still carrying the habitual longing. Finally, reluctant to part, sucked a kiss on the lips, creating a wet string down from the corner of the lips, interlocking his fingers.
Yu Beizhou originally had a high body temperature, but now he was still suffering from a high fever, to the point where his fingers could burn people.
Zong Luo was kissed until dizzy, his silver long hair untied, entwined and played fondly by that hand.
Soon, he exclaimed in surprise, “What are you doing—”
Naturally, there would be no response.
The young man in red seemed to notice his panic, his chest couldn’t stop shaking, and he laughed a few times.
This kind of direct stimulation to the heart was still too much for Zong Luo.
Soon, he threw away his armor and collapsed, and the whole person was lying trembling in the crook of Yu Beizhou’s arm, his whole body was red, and he was weakly holding the white fur cloak with one hand, eager to shrink into the bedding.
Obviously, the whole person was confused.
Suppressed laughter spilled down from the depths of his throat.
From between his fingers, Zong Luo endured shame and glanced at Yu Beizhou.
The beautiful face was close to him, and the eyelashes that curled like crow feathers were still stained with sporadic marks. There was even a string hanging from the corner of the lip.
Facing the gaze of the crown prince in white, the latter smiled harmlessly, stretched out the tip of his scarlet tongue, and rolled them clean.
“Little senior brother is comfortable now, next should be to also make little junior brother comfortable, right?”
He broke open Zong Luo’s fingers one by one, and his long hair like ink flowed down, and the wet end of the tail fell to the shoulder blades, numb and itchy.
The tip of the sword started at the back of the prey’s neck and retreated step by step.
Because of several lessons from the past, which were unforgettable, and the experience of the first time was quite bad, Zong Luo automatically straightened his fingers, and the whole person was stretched into a tight straight line.
Surprisingly, however, it was different from every time in the past.
The fingertips tended to the scabbard with great skill, which was incredibly gentle compared to the man’s usual operations.
Although it was still uncomfortable when he put the sword away, Yu Beizhou was not in a hurry, and after putting away the Tai’A sword in one go, he dug the owner of the scabbard out of the bedding and kissed it over and over again.
Zong Luo tilted his head, endured a mess of sourness, and laboriously accepted one passionate kiss after another.
Whether it’s in the Ghost Valley, or from the Ghost Valley to the barracks for a few days. They probably didn’t kiss as many times as they did tonight.
But it was undeniable that Zong Luo preferred simple hugs and kisses over more intimate things.
Soon, he had no mind to think about these things.
The benefits of a heart-to-heart connection were infinite.
Zong Luo no longer wanted to deliberately suppress his feelings. In the past, he was unwilling to admit defeat, as if showing a bit of emotion and indulgence was like losing half. But now, it’s not like before.
