In the early morning of the next day, when the sky was not yet clear, Mu Zhiming slowly opened his sleepy and slightly swollen eyes, and his consciousness returned to his body.
The golden wheel has not yet come out, the candle has been extinguished, the tent is dim, and the mess of yesterday has been cleaned up. The traces left him at a loss as to what was going on.
"Hmm..." He couldn't suppress the moan in his throat, and slowly propped himself up to get up. He put his right hand on his forehead and tried to recall yesterday's events while looking around. However, when he saw the things in front of him, Mu Zhiming only felt full of doubts.
The low couch in the tent was very spacious because it was used to entertain guests. It was obvious that the two of them were spacious, but Gu Heyan did not sleep on the couch, but made a floor in the corner far from the couch. But without a warm quilt, those comfortable and soft quilts were either on Mu Zhiming's body or in his arms, accompany him to spend the night peacefully, while Gu Heyan was only covered with a thin fur.
"What's going on..." Mu Zhiming muttered in astonishment, thinking that he was drunk, and he could scare the fearless General Gu to the point of hitting the floor.
Mu Zhiming got up and walked out of the bed. With this movement, he found that the inner thigh was also burning hot, as if it had been rubbed by something hard. The location was too secret and too weird, so Mu Zhiming couldn't do anything about it. Neglecting, fortunately, the pain wasn't too painful, and before it was unbearable, Mu Zhiming had given up guessing what happened to his drunken madness last night, leaned over and picked up a red silk quilt on the low couch, He walked to Gu Heyan who was laying the floor and carefully covered him with the quilt.
Gu Heyan's brows trembled slightly, but he didn't open his eyes, as if he was still asleep.
Mu Zhiming held his breath and squatted down beside Gu Heyan, and looked at his facial features carefully. Yesterday, Buri Gudetian Khan said that Gu Heyan's current face reminded him of the fifth prince Fu Yi, which surprised Mu Zhiming. . These days when Gou Ji was on the mission, every time Mu Zhiming looked at Gu Heyan, he would subconsciously stare at his eyes, because the face covered with the human skin mask was too unfamiliar to him, only those eyes The child made him feel at ease.
But because of this, Mu Zhiming seldom looked at other parts of this face. After being reminded by Buri Gude, now he looked again, and only then did he realize that the disguised Gu Heyan really was somewhat similar to Fu Yi.
Is it a coincidence
But in this world, can there be such a coincidence
Mu Zhiming was puzzled.
"So, it's really similar..." Mu Zhiming whispered to himself, "...Fu Yi..."
Gu Heyan's face remained calm, his hand hidden under the quilt slowly clenched his fist.
Mu Zhiming looked at it for a while, and felt that his stomach was a little churning because of the discomfort. He thought that once he returned to the military camp, he would have to ask the warlock to remove Gu Heyan's disguise immediately.
Or his General Gu, handsome, handsome and dignified.
Mu Zhiming stood up, stretched his waist and yawned. He walked to the wooden table and poured himself a bowl of water, holding the wooden bowl in both hands and drinking it. At this moment, he heard the rustling sound of getting up and lifting the quilt. ,, as soon as he turned his head, he saw that Gu Heyan had woken up, standing beside the floor bunk staring at him without saying a word.
"Wake up? I last night..." Mu Zhiming was about to ask himself what he had done last night, but Gu Heyan suddenly said solemnly, "I'm sorry."
"Huh?" Mu Zhiming smiled, "I was drunk yesterday, and I bothered you to take care of me. It should be my apology. Why are you saying sorry?"
Gu Heyan bowed his head and said in a shameful tone, "I did something wrong to you..."
Mu Zhiming didn't believe it at all: "Ah? Wrong thing? What can you do to me..." Suddenly, a few fragmentary fragments flashed through Mu Zhiming's mind, making his voice gradually quieter.
He was half-naked, and his shirt was open to his arms. He sat shamelessly in Gu Heyan's arms and hugged his shoulders tightly, while Gu Heyan's hands were teasing his scorching desires, making him feel low. Chanting bursts, panting again and again.
Mu Zhiming: "... hiss!"
And he knelt down on the low couch, arched up and grabbed the head of the bed with both hands, Gu Heyan leaned over behind him and gently kissed his shoulder blades, his high-spirited desire like an iron pillar rubbed his groin and inner thighs back and forth. .
Mu Zhiming: "...hs!!"
He staggered under his feet in shock, and almost fell to the ground under the table. Fortunately, he supported the wooden table in time and stabilized his body.
Seeing that he was about to fall, Gu Heyan was so frightened that he stepped forward to help him. Seeing that he was supporting the table, Gu Heyan stopped in place and did not dare to go forward. He looked at Mu Zhiming anxiously, his eyes deep. There was a desperation of a wicked man to hear the execution.
When Young Master Mu was drunk, he tried to provoke him. When he woke up, he was ashamed. His face was so red that blood dripped from his face. He was usually eloquent and eloquent. did such a thing..."
This is in the alien army camp! ! !
What a goddamn shock! ! !
Gu Heyan said: "If you feel angry, beat me and scold me, don't be angry."
"Pfft..." The words made Mu Zhiming laugh out loud and relieved Mu Zhiming's embarrassment, he said helplessly, "I beat you and scold you for what you did, although it was indeed an impulsive act... but anyway... cough cough …”
Anyway, we are about to get married, isn't it a matter of time
Mu Zhiming's face was red, and he turned his head away from Gu Heyan: "In short, it's not a big mistake..."
Gu Heyan repeated in a low voice, his tone seemed calm, but in fact it was elusive: "...not a big mistake?"
Mu Zhiming thought that Gu Heyan cared about the courtesy and integrity before marriage, so he asked at a loss, "Do you mind?"
"I..." Gu Heyan's eyes trembled slightly, "I don't mind..."
I don't mind you treating me as someone else.
"That's good, after all, I'm drunk and confused..." Mu Zhiming remembered what happened last night, and his body was filled with lingering enthusiasm. He felt ashamed and didn't want to discuss the matter any more, so he waved his hand. Said, "Don't talk about it, pack your bags, we have to leave for Dajin today, but we can't delay."