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Her heart trembled violently, and the scent of gunpowder surrounding her brought her immense comfort. She reached out and grabbed a corner of his military uniform, lifting her Water-colored Eyes to him, the uncontrollable sound of her heartbeat echoing between them with a special resonance. He held her tightly, as if wanting to merge her into his very bones. His eyes, as black as lacquer, slowly moved closer to her, their lips aligning.
He was deeply enamored by the fragrance and beauty between her lips and teeth, his tongue greedily sweeping and savoring. She slightly closed her eyes, seemingly still able to feel his burning gaze penetrating deep into her heart, burning away the last trace of doubt she had. His long and powerful fingers gently lifted her hair, which cascaded down like a waterfall. As he pulled back slightly, his eyes seemed to gaze straight into her heart.
"Mo Su, I have nothing left." He looked down at her, and she was momentarily stunned; it was rare for him to reveal his vulnerability so openly before her.
She smiled faintly, two small dimples appearing on her snowy cheeks. Imitating him, she gently pressed her lips against his and whispered in his ear, filled with sincerity in her Water Eyes, "You still have me; I will always be by your side."
The black eyes ignited with flames. His arm wrapped around her slender waist, taking in the beauty of her snow-like profile without reservation. He paused slightly before lifting her up horizontally, their scorching bodies pressed together as they fell onto the bed behind them.
Cheng Mo lowered his gaze, feeling his cheeks burn intensely. She reached up to touch her snowy cheek but heard him chuckle softly as he leaned close to her ear and murmured, "Fool."
She was taken aback but didn’t expect that her current appearance—blushing like a peach blossom—made him want to linger. She nestled closer into his embrace, resting perfectly against his chest while listening to the wild rhythm of his heartbeat.
Restless hands wandered lightly over her skin, causing an even deeper blush on her face. Just looking into those Eyes that gazed down at her made her feel inexplicably at ease, as if she feared nothing at all. His large hand caressed her delicate skin; the gentle touch made her feel a bit sore. Her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, but even this subtle expression did not escape his notice.
His large hand withdrew from her body as he whispered, "What’s wrong?"
She was momentarily stunned; the Water Eyes resembling peach blossoms trembled gently. "Um, this bed... is too hard."
He was taken aback for a moment before smiling softly. However, she blushed even more deeply as he reached out to touch her hair. The flowing tenderness through his Fingertips transmitted warmth to her heart. The light from the ceiling was dim and flickering; she felt completely weak and leaned against him, unable to think or respond to the intense heat.
It was this gentle appearance that drove him nearly mad. He gently played with the fabric on her shoulder; their heated breaths merged into one. A passionate kiss descended upon every corner of her body, imprinting marks that belonged solely to him on that soft form.
“Cheng Mosu……” The murmured whisper seemed to confirm that she was still by his side.
She struggled to maintain her consciousness and smiled gently at him, “I’m here.” Yet he seemed oblivious, lightly kissing the strands of hair at her temple, his slightly hoarse voice drifting through the air into her ears, “Cheng Mosu……”
“I’m here.”
Repeating the same phrases, an eternal question and answer, he didn’t know how many times he had encountered such scenes in dreams. Now, laid out so vividly before him, it felt blissfully surreal. He confirmed again and again, and she responded each time. Outside the window, the autumn wind slowly blew down the leaves, creating a colorful carpet of fallen petals and maple leaves.
Uncontrollable emotions threatened to burst forth; their close-fitting clothes had long since vanished, and the heated contact of their skin left her breathless. He held her waist, wishing he could merge her entire being into his body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, glistening with fragrant sweat. Their breaths intertwined completely, a crazed beauty that left one dizzy with desire.
She closed her misty Eyes, a single tear sliding down the corner of her eye. After searching for so long, she ultimately could not escape his burning gaze. Outside, it began to rain softly, bringing a refreshing coolness to her restless heart. Once, with tearful eyes, she had asked the flowers why they remained silent as scattered petals flew past the swing. Now, waking from autumn’s embrace, there was nowhere to seek; the streets were filled with sycamores under the bright moon.
In the middle of the night, she awoke to the cool air beside her. Startled awake, she saw him dressed in neat military attire, exuding a heroic presence.
Realizing she had woken up, he turned his head and took her delicate hand gently in his, smiling softly. “Why don’t you sleep a little longer?”
“I’m very tired, but I woke up when I heard you moving.” A hint of lingering blush remained on her cheeks. “I’m afraid that if I wake up fully, you won’t be here anymore.”
Her voice was as soft as a whisper but struck his heart with every word. He lightly tapped her nose and deliberately slowed his tone. “I will always be here; don’t worry.”
The mist clouded her eyes; she knew he was preparing for battle in the middle of the night, ready to attack Feng Province and reclaim his territory from the Japanese. But everyone knew that this operation was fraught with danger. She worried whether he would return safely and couldn’t fall into a deep sleep.
“Shaoyi, you will come back, right?”
The pitch-black eyes trembled slightly, and after a long silence, he nodded.
She still couldn't put her heart at ease. "You will come back, right?" She repeatedly confirmed that he would be safe, just as he repeatedly confirmed that she was still by his side.
He sighed, sat down beside her, and reached out to adjust the thin blanket around her. Cheng Mo, Su Rou Rou smiled, looking out at the dark window, softly murmuring, "Look, the rain has stopped."
He gazed at her snow-like profile, his black-and-white eyes filled with a tenderness unique to her. His gaze was brilliant and bright as he gently responded to her. She smiled lightly, resting in his arms, her voice soft and melodious, revealing a discernible warmth in the quiet night. "I’m here, waiting for you to come back."
"Mm." He rubbed her soft hair and gently pressed a kiss on her forehead.
"Shaoyi..." She stared at his chiseled face. "When you come back, I’ll cook for you every day."
"Okay." Originally prepared to fight to the death to reclaim Feng Province, he was now focused and silently vowed to take back Feng Province—and to do so while staying alive. They had already missed too much time; that gentle yet heart-wrenching tenderness was something he didn't want to lose again.
Her eyelashes fluttered slowly, cascading hair falling to her waist. Memories vividly replayed in his mind; they had not become distant due to the passage of time but had grown closer because of it. She welcomed the best version of herself for the best person. She smiled sweetly, her delicate hand reaching out as if grasping onto long memories.
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