Women's First Swordsman [Transmigration Book]

Su Mo lowered his eyelashes, smiled lightly, and lowered his body.

The kiss fell on the eyebrows, the end of the eyes, and lingered on the lips, like carving a cherished artwork, extremely gentle and patient.

After a moment of tenderness, he backed away and blew out the lamp.

In the darkness, there was a rustling movement on the bed, Mu Bai grabbed the hand on his waist, and reminded softly: "My good brother, I have a wound on my waist."

"Ok?"

Su Mo supported the bed with one hand, and stroked the bandage around his waist with the other hand: "Did the Honglian teacher hurt?"

"Ah."

Not long after the light dimmed, Mu Bai's eyes hadn't adjusted yet, so he couldn't see Su Mo's expression clearly, and only noticed that he was silent for a moment, as if he let out a low sigh.

Then he let go of his hand, pressed against his forehead, and said, "Then let me let you go tonight."

Mu Bai could hear the resentment in Su Mo's tone, and suppressed his voice to laugh: "I mean, just be careful not to touch the injured place, that's fine."

Su Mo's eyes flickered slightly, and he whispered into Mu Bai's ear knowingly asking, "What can I do?"

"You can have a good night's sleep." Mu Bai said solemnly, with the pulp of his thumb caressing his eyebrows, brushing over the butterfly-like eyelashes, tear moles at the corners of his eyes, all the way to his lips.

"Xiaobai." Su Mo warned in a low voice, "If you keep messing around like this, I can't guarantee that I won't hurt you."

Mubai laughed: "I'm very pain-tolerant...well."

In the darkness, the wind howled outside the camp, tarpaulins and silhouettes were swaying, overlapping in one place.

……

"Brother Su Mo...the wound was torn."

The hand that circled behind tore off his bandage: "Is it here?"

"Hiss." Mu Bai gasped in pain, "You're crazy..."

Su Mo buried his face on his back and kissed the bloody scar.

Mu Bai felt that what was behind him at this moment was already a beast, he peeled off the white cloth wrapped around his skin layer by layer, and licked the wound hungrily.

"Does it hurt?"

Mu Bai wanted to say that you are not talking nonsense, but the words came out, but they were smashed into pieces, like whimpering.

He closed his eyes tightly, sweat slipped from the eye sockets and settled on the eyelashes.

I haven't seen you for a while, my good brother is getting more and more perverted.

"noob."

Su Mo turned his face away: "My husband."

Mu Bai satisfied his greedy request: "Husband..."

The thin shoulders trembled like a piece of moonlight, Su Mo held it tightly and fell deeply into the boundless moonlight.

"noob."

"Ok?"

"You like it too, don't you?"

Mu Bai shuddered sensitively, sweat rolled from his eyelashes.

He didn't answer, but fell down and hugged a pillow tightly.

The hand behind him stretched out and brushed his sweaty black hair behind his ear.

Delicate sweat, crimson ear tips, fair neck, every look can drive people crazy, wanting to rub the person in front of them into the bone marrow, and completely take it as their own.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Mo turned him over, licked and bit his lips.

At first Mu Bai could see his silent and gloomy eyes, but he felt that this man was obviously gentle and affectionate, but he was like a trapped animal in the middle of the night, always loving to do things that humiliated him.

Later, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and the howling wind outside the camp was also blocked out, as if he had left Beijun Mountain and went somewhere else.

The moment Su Mo kissed his eyebrows, Mu Bai's fingertips trembled slightly, and in a trance, he exploded like fireworks and was pushed to the peak of the night.

The person on the body clasped his ten fingers tightly, trembling uncontrollably, suppressing his panting.

Consciousness gradually returned, and the charm engraved in his soul just now hadn't dissipated, Mu Bai subconsciously called out in a hoarse voice: "Brother Su Mo..."

"Huh?" The panting was full of satisfaction and laziness after indulgence.

"You bad bastard."

Su Mo laughed lightly, and kissed the corner of his lips: "Sorry, I hurt you."

Saying this on the mouth, what has not subsided is still dawdling.

Mu Bai couldn't help snorting for a moment, tightly grasped the muscles on the arm of the person in front of him, and stared at him with rounded eyes.

"It's not enough." Su Mo leaned on his neck, rubbing his ears together, "I want to torment you for a while."

Mu Bai blinked: "Good brother, be yourself, I'm still hurt."

The man's eyelashes drooped, and the jade-like luster in his eyes sank: "Xiaobai, don't you miss me?"

"I want to, but I can't... um."

"Brother Su Mo..."

"Brother Su Mo..."

The voice became lower and lower and hoarse, until it was completely eaten away.

The whistling wind outside the tent covered the tossing rain and clouds inside.

Mu Bai's wounds were torn in several places, and even his sense of pain became dull.

Only then did he realize that a brief separation could really turn a person into a beast.

Dark blood smeared from the wound, and the air still smelled of after-bathing fragrance, with a hint of sweetness.

Su Mo's fingertips touched a dazzling red, and then he let him go abruptly, and got out of bed to find bottles of ointment under the simple table in the tent.

Mu Bai looked down at the blood on his body, licked his lips with a wooden face, and said softly, "Take me to wash first, and then apply the medicine."

Su Mo was silent for a moment, and replied, "Okay."

He quickly put on his robe, wrapped Mu Bai in white, and carried him out carefully.

The bathing place is at the foot of Beijun Mountain, and the mountain spring water flows down the bamboo pipes and into the ceramic water tank.

Around the water tank, there is a temporary hut built with thatch, which is hummed by the wind.

"It turns out that the army takes a bath in this kind of place?" Mu Bai put his finger into the water tank, and immediately retracted after being frozen by the cold spring water.

Su Mo hugged him from behind: "I use it here, they wash it in the other place."

"Oh." Mu Bai turned his head to look at him, and saw that those charming eyebrows and eyes were slightly red.

"what happened to you?"

"I'm sorry." Su Mo looked closely into Mu Bai's eyes, "I'm going crazy."

Mubai stared at him, but didn't speak.

Su Mo lowered his head and helped Mu Bai wipe his body with a handkerchief dipped in water. His hands trembled when he brushed over the glaring red marks.

Mu Bai said coolly: "Now I know that my heart hurts, bad embryo."

Su Mo didn't answer. After wiping him clean, he shook off the blood-stained white clothes and hung them on the bamboo pole above.

"Brother Su Mo?" Mu Bai turned his head to look, and saw that Su Mo's face was expressionless, but there was a little panic hidden in his eyes, and the eyelashes drooped at the end of his red eyes.

He was a little angry at first, but now seeing his good brother like this, he felt a little funny.

There was a bench in the simple thatched hut, Mu Bai pushed Su Mo to sit on it, bent one knee and propped it beside him, supported his shoulders and asked, "Why are you acting like a child who did something wrong?"

Su Mo remained silent.

"Do you dare next time?"

Su Mo thought for a while, then nodded under Mu Bai's slightly threatening eyes.

I know I made a mistake, so I dare to do it next time.

Mu Bai laughed out loud, bent down and hugged him: "Good brother."

"The old man Baihe said that you are meticulous in doing small things, and you know how to measure things. Why do you want to make more progress with me? Is it because I am too easy to bully?"

Su Mo hugged him onto his lap, turned his face and kissed him: "My master, is there anything worth my greed?"

"Do you remember that before we got married, who swore that it would be fine as long as I was by my side... Now I am really getting more and more greedy, and even eating and wiping is not enough to satisfy you."

"It was my fault." Su Mo held him by the waist and wrapped him in his arms, "Xiaobai, don't be angry with me."

"I'm not angry."

"Well, I know you won't."

"So you can bully me."

"No." Su Mo rubbed into his neck with a smile, "I didn't think so."

"You didn't think about it, just put it into action."

Su Mo didn't explain, but gently breathed the smell of Mu Bai's body, fell silent for a while, picked him up and left the thatched hut, and walked towards the camp.

It was already midnight, no one was moving around in the barracks, it was pitch black and silent.

You can see fireflies wandering on Beijun Mountain, and there are crisp insects singing in the forest.

"Brother Su Mo."

"Ok?"

"Next year, please be clever, we will go to Lingyundu to watch the fireworks and put off lanterns."

"Okay." Su Mo smiled and asked, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

"You said that God will not disappoint me." Mu Bai leaned on his shoulder, looking at the stars under the night and the overlapping tents, "I just hope it treats you better."

"..."

Su Mo stopped, and heard the person in his arms continue to say: "May it save you from sorrow and pain, from being displaced, and may everything you want come true."

"Xiaobai... I have already fulfilled my wish."

Su Mo walked back to the camp slowly, and put him on the bed.

He took the ointment, carefully spread it on Mubai's wound, and stroked the bruises with his fingertips, the pain made people tremble.

Su Mo's eyes darkened: "Sorry."

Mu Bai smiled lightly: "Good brother, how many times have you said this in one night?"

Su Mo came up from behind, and Mu Bai grabbed his fingers to play with, and said, "Actually, you don't need to apologize to me."

"Even if my good brother really did something wrong, I still like you the most, so I won't blame you."

Su Mo raised his eyes: "Why?"

"Because I'm biased."

"Oh." Su Mo asked with a smile, "How biased?"

"Well, it's probably that far away?" Mu Bai tilted his head and gestured, and then said, "Where is my good brother, I will be sideways."

"Snowwalker." After taking the medicine, Su Mo raised one of his hands and put it into the sleeve. "What's your principle?"

"?"

Mu Bai asked strangely: "When did I have principles?"

"The number one chivalrous man, shouldn't he be awe-inspiring and upright?"

"No, it doesn't exist." Mu Bai smiled and said, "My principle is to follow the heart."

"But my heart is toward you, and I have no choice but to follow it."

Su Mo picked up the belt and wrapped it around his waist, tied it loosely, then packed up the bottles and put them back to their original place.

He fiddled with the desk for a while, then turned around, and saw the person on the bed huddled under the quilt, staring at him with bright eyes.

Su Mo laughed, leaning against the table and looking at him.

Mu Bai blinked: "Good brother, don't you come to sleep?"

"Wait a minute." Su Mo raised his face, stared at the top of the tent for a while, then walked back to the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down.

Mu Bai went over and stuck to him, and the index finger of the turned man pressed his lips.

"Shh, don't talk about it." Su Mo hugged him into his arms, "Go to sleep, dear."

Mu Bai felt strange, but he was already exhausted from tossing and tossing. Su Mo patted his back lightly, and soon put him to sleep.

In the dark, Su Mo looked at the peaceful sleeping face of the man in his arms, sighed silently, and kissed his eyelashes lightly.

After Xiaobai became enlightened, it became more and more unbearable.