Chapter 29: The Night Together

In the family compound of the military district, the night was tranquil and deep, with moonlight like water filtering through the mottled leaves, casting fragmented silver rays. Mu Nanhe and Yang Qingyan finally returned home.

As soon as they entered, Yang Qingyan boiled some water. The warm water flowed from the faucet, washing away the fatigue and sweat from her body.

Meanwhile, Mu Nanhe sat on the sofa, his gaze vacant as his mind replayed images of Chen Feng’s frail figure and Yang Qingyan’s resolute expression on the operating table. Today, he was reminded anew of life’s fragility and unpredictability, making him cherish the person beside him even more.

After a while, Yang Qingyan emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, her hair damp. The steam enveloped her, making her already delicate features appear even softer.

Mu Nanhe hurriedly jumped into the shower, feeling the warm water cascade down from his head, as if washing away the day’s exhaustion. With his hair casually towel-dried, he slowly walked into the room.

When he lifted his gaze, he was instantly captivated by Yang Qingyan, who was sitting gracefully on the edge of the bed. At that moment, she looked breathtakingly beautiful. The soft light illuminated her snow-white skin, casting a gentle glow, making her seem as though she had descended from heaven. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, dripping with water, the droplets softly gliding over her delicate collarbone, exuding an enchanting aroma.

Yang Qingyan slightly tilted her head, her eyes possessing a dreamy quality, as if lost in thought. The exquisite contours of her face were accentuated under the lamp’s glow—the high bridge of her nose, her rosy lips, and those eyes clear and bright as autumn water, all making her irresistibly charming.

She wore a pale pink nightgown, its hem swaying gently with the breeze, adding a touch of tender allure. Feeling a stirring in his heart, Mu Nanhe stood up and approached Yang Qingyan. After a moment of hesitation, he summoned his courage and said, “Wife, I’d like to move in with you.”

Yang Qingyan paused for a moment, looking up at Mu Nanhe, whose eyes reflected a mix of anticipation and nervousness under the light. A ripple stirred in her heart; after spending time together, she too wished for greater intimacy. Moreover, a small secret lingered in her mind, and she couldn’t help but envision Mu Nanhe’s well-defined abs, musing that living together might provide an opportunity to touch them. With this thought flashing through her mind, she gently smiled and replied, “Alright.”

A glimmer of surprise crossed Mu Nanhe’s eyes; he hadn’t expected her to agree so readily. Unable to contain his happiness, he reached out, gently pushing her damp hair behind her ear, his voice soft. “Let me help you dry your hair.” Yang Qingyan inclined her head slightly in agreement.

After drying her hair, Yang Qingyan lay down on the bed. Seeing this, Mu Nanhe nestled beside her. At that moment, as Yang Qingyan looked into Mu Nanhe’s eyes so close to her own, her courage surged unnaturally. She slowly extended her hands, gently feeling Mu Nanhe’s abs, exploring the firm contours she had long yearned to touch.

Mu Nanhe’s body stiffened at her unexpected gesture, but after a moment, a mix of helplessness and indulgence revealed itself in his smile. He leaned closer and whispered, “Wife, are you really touching me?” Yang Qingyan, akin to a cat that had just stolen a tasty morsel, nodded with a satisfied expression.

Mu Nanhe’s breathing gradually became heavier. With a hint of barely detectable restraint, he spoke in a low, husky voice, “If you keep touching me like that, I won’t be able to hold back.”

Yang Qingyan, initially slightly confused by his words, instinctively lifted her eyes to meet his, suddenly comprehending the meaning behind his statement, only to find that he was exhibiting clear physiological signs of arousal.

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she hurriedly withdrew her hands, her gaze darting away in a fluster, her heart racing wildly like a startled deer. The atmosphere in the room swiftly transformed into one of intimacy and heat, both of them enveloped in a mix of shyness and anticipation. In this charged ambiance, Mu Nanhe’s heart raced like a drum, and his intense, burning gaze fixated on Yang Qingyan. Although overwhelmed by a tumult of emotions, he summoned his formidable willpower to keep himself in check.

He leaned forward slightly, bringing his lips closer to Yang Qingyan’s ear, speaking in a tone that was tender enough to melt hearts, “Wife, may I?”

His voice was thick with expectation—like a child eagerly awaiting a candy—and yet tinged with a barely perceptible anxiety, as if fearing rejection.

As his warm breath brushed against Yang Qingyan’s ear, a tingling sensation spread throughout her body, causing her to instinctively shrink her neck. A faint blush crept across her pretty face.

Yang Qingyan didn’t respond verbally, her thoughts swirling with both nervousness and shyness. Almost unconsciously, she turned her head, her lips meeting Mu Nanhe’s in a sudden kiss, conveying a meaning that needed no words.

This unexpected act felt like a bolt of lightning streaking across the night sky, leaving him momentarily frozen in place, time seeming to halt in that instant.

Yet, within just a brief moment, Mu Nanhe quickly recovered from his shock. His arms instinctively reached out, gently yet firmly wrapping around Yang Qingyan’s slender waist. As he moved closer, their breaths intertwined, forming a tantalizing closeness filled with palpable tension.

Then, Mu Nanhe slowly closed his eyes, surrendering to the depth of this passionate kiss. He gently caressed Yang Qingyan’s soft lips, his tongue brushing lightly against the inner walls of her mouth. Each touch ignited small sparks of passion, entirely unleashing the emotional restraint they had both held for so long. Gradually, this originally tentative kiss became increasingly fervent and profound…

The temperature in the room seemed to rise several degrees; Mu Nanhe’s heated gaze was firmly locked onto Yang Qingyan’s stunning visage, and his breathing quickened.

His long, powerful fingers began to carefully undo the buttons of Yang Qingyan’s nightgown. Each precise movement was tender and cautious, as though he feared startling this poetic figure before him. As her garments slipped slowly away, her skin, pale and delicate as snow, revealed itself to Mu Nanhe, glistening with an alluring sheen.

Just then, Mu Nanhe could no longer contain the torrent of feelings surging within him. He leaned down, softly brushing his warm lips against her inviting mouth before gradually trailing down to her earlobe, gently sucking and teasing. Yang Qingyan couldn’t help but let out a sweet murmur, her voice crisp and melodious, resonating like a songbird in the spring, filled with both coyness and charm that tugged at his heartstrings.

Hearing that enchanting sound ignited the fire of desire within him, amplifying his passion. Though he remained gentle, there was an undeniable intensity in his movements. His kisses traveled from Yang Qingyan’s delicate neck, gradually moving lower, leaving a trail of warm, blossoming imprints that resembled the petals of roses along the way.

At that moment, Yang Qingyan’s face blushed deeply, akin to a ripe apple, incredibly enticing. Her enchanting eyes fluttered shut, her long eyelashes quivering like frightened butterflies. Unconsciously, her hands clutched Mu Nanhe’s strong arms tightly, her fingertips whitening from the pressure. Her body trembled slightly, caught in the throes of a breathtaking storm, yet she willingly succumbed to this unprecedented, overwhelming love.

Both individuals lost themselves in the moment, experiencing a beautiful night together. Outside, the moon seemed shy and hid itself away, as if unwilling to interrupt the intimate time shared by these two lovers. Inside the room, only their intertwined breaths and heartbeats echoed softly.