Mo Shangyun yawned, rolled over from the bed and got up. She accidentally touched the wound on her arm, and she frowned in pain.
The curtains in the bedroom were drawn, and the view was dark, but Mo Shangyun heard Yan Tianxing's voice coming from the living room. The sound was blocked by the door and came intermittently, so he couldn't hear clearly what he was saying.
In fact, most of the time, Yan Tianxing didn't speak.
Mo Shangjun raised his hand and pressed his temples, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
She didn't get much rest in the past few days. First there was a confrontation in the field, then there was a hostage exchange, and then she was preparing to report. Things happened one after another, so as soon as Yan Tianxing opened the room, she went to sleep.
But... Yan Tianxing seems to have never rested.
Mo Shangyun pushed the door open, and the light from the living room came in, which was a bit dazzling. She subconsciously squinted her eyes.
Then, I saw Yan Tianxing standing in front of the window, wearing a change of bathrobe, just a trace of his back, his posture was upright, his aura was restrained, he was holding a mobile phone in his right hand and putting it to his ear, talking on the phone.
Hearing the sound of pushing the door open, Yan Tianxing turned around and glanced at her. There was a flash of worry in his eyes, but he regained his composure in an instant, as if it was an illusion.
In an instant, Mo Shangyun became more awake.
She shrugged and walked straight towards Yan Tianxing.
Yan Tianxing looked away, listened to the voice on the phone, and continued to deal with it.
Mo Shangyun came behind him and put his arms around his waist. Yan Tianxing stiffened slightly and looked at her again.
However, Mo Shangjun deliberately stood on tiptoes and rested his chin on his shoulder, openly "eavesdropping" on his phone call.
But judging from her expression, she was not interested in his call.
Yan Tianxing stretched out his hand and pinched her nose, earning a blank look from her.
Fortunately, the "education" on the phone has come to an end.
"Um."
Yan Tianxing finally responded and hung up the phone in time.
"Which little lover are you talking to on the phone in the middle of the night?" Mo Shangjun raised the corners of his lips and asked in his ear.
"Get scolded."
Yan Tianxing turned his head and rubbed her messy hair.
Mo Shangjun was startled, and then asked: "Your leader?"
"Um."
"Because of what happened yesterday?"
"Um."
After a slight pause, Mo Shangjun asked with a smile: "Is the efficiency so low?"
"Um……"
Yan Tianxing, who subconsciously responded, realized that she had omitted the sentence "I just thought of scolding now", so he stopped in time and couldn't help laughing.
"He is very busy." Yan Tianxing said.
However, this matter was not a big deal. He just listened to the talk for two hours.
Mo Shangyun asked again: "Will there be other effects?"
"No."
"Some people will think that you are stealing the limelight." Mo Shangjun pointed out.
It would be strange not to.
When a character like Mo Shangjun goes into battle, no one will criticize her. After all, she has to bear the risk of her life. But Yan Tianxing tries his best to be responsible for this support mission, and the situation is different - after all, Yan Tianxing can't bear no matter how big the risk is.
In the eyes of many people, Yan Tianxing seems to be grabbing the credit for his life-threatening situation.
Although Mo Shangyun knew that if it weren't for her participation, Yan Tianxing would definitely not have participated.
After all, there is no need for Yan Tianxing to get involved in this.
"Then how are you going to compensate me?" Yan Tianxing pinched the flesh of her cheek.
Mo Shangyun tilted his head and avoided his fingers, "I thought I had your support, so I came back alive."
Because she knew he was there, she acted with confidence.
Because he was in charge, the pirates were suppressed as soon as possible.
Because of his assistance, she was standing here without any arms or legs.
This kind of thing cannot be done by one person.
This kind of credit cannot be undertaken by one person.
Yan Tianxing narrowed his eyes slightly, wrapped his hands around her waist from behind, and pulled her directly in front of him.
"What if it's not me?"
With his head lowered, Yan Tianxing stared at her closely.
Mo Shangjun paused for a moment, and then said politely: "I may have had a hard time coming back."
If people can come back alive, that's good.
If her body is brought back...then someone else will have to do the hard work.
"Mo Shangyun," Yan Tianxing whispered her name in a low voice, his eyes were calm and deep, and he whispered in her ear, "I really want you to send me out with your own hands and feel my mood."
Mo Shangyun took out a breath and said word by word: "If such a day comes, I will do what I should do well."
After all, what he did was so perfect, so perfect that he had thought of all her options.
"The emphasis is off."
Yan Tianxing reminded her with a hand around the back of her neck, and then kissed her lips the moment she raised her head.
Mo Shangyun put his hands around his neck and deepened the kiss without hesitation.
There is no air conditioning in the room. In this southern winter, the temperature is a bit cold, but it is clearly so warm. The hot skin, the hot breath, everything, make them ignore yesterday's life and death, and only see each other.
Breathing is intertwined and breath is disordered.
Mo Shangyun kissed his lips gently and traced her fingertips from his eyebrows to behind his ears. She quietly looked at the face in front of her that she had coveted for a long time and said, "Do it."
With his Adam's apple twitching, Yan Tianxing leaned down and leaned close to her ear, his voice hoarse and depressing, "Think again?"
"Then..." His eyes moved slightly, Mo Shangyun stood on tiptoes, paused for a few seconds, then approached him and said word by word, "I've thought about it."
Her voice was very soft, but every word was mixed with affirmation.
So casual, so natural.
It's just a matter of course.
Yan Tianxing never oversteps, just the respect and understanding he has for her, and the gap that exists between the two.
But now, her nod of affirmation seems to have broken through this limitation.
He leaned down, picked her up by the waist, and walked towards the bedroom.
As soon as the door closed, the bedroom was dark, but Yan Tianxing accurately found the location of the bed and carefully put her down.
"I'll give you three more seconds."
Against her forehead, Yan Tianxing whispered, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"Moji."
With a chuckle, Mo Shangyun grabbed his collar and pulled him down.