Late at night, one in the morning.
Mo Shangyun yawned, rolled over from the bed and got up, unintentionally touching the wound on her arm, and she frowned in pain.
The curtains in the bedroom were drawn, and the vision was pitch black, but Mo Shangyun heard Yan Tianxing's voice coming from the living room, and the voice blocked by the door came intermittently, and he couldn't hear what he was saying.
In fact, most of the time, Yan Tianxing didn't speak.
Mo Shangjun raised his hand and pressed his temple, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
She hadn't rested much these days. First she fought in the field, then exchanged hostages, and then prepared to report. The incident continued, so as soon as Yan Tianxing opened the room, she washed and slept.
However... Yan Tianxing seems to have never rested.
Mo Shangjun pushed the door open, and the light from the living room came in, which was a bit dazzling, and she squinted subconsciously.
Then, I saw Yan Tianxing standing in front of the window, wearing a changing bathrobe, just a back view, a straight posture, restrained his aura, holding the phone in his right hand to his ear, and was talking on the phone.
Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Yan Tianxing turned around and glanced at her. There was a flash of worry in his eyes, but he returned to calm in an instant, as if it was an illusion.
In an instant, Mo Shangyun woke up quite a bit.
She shrugged and walked straight towards Yan Tianxing.
Yan Tianxing retracted his gaze, listened to the voice on the phone, and continued to deal with it.
Mo Shangjun came behind him, stretched out his hand to wrap his waist, Yan Tianxing froze slightly, and looked at her again.
However, Mo Shangjun deliberately stood on tiptoe, rested his chin on his shoulder, and "eavesdropped" on his phone call.
But looking at her expression, she was not interested in his call.
Yan Tianxing reached out and pinched her nose and got her white eyes.
Fortunately, the "education" on the phone has come to an end.
"Um."
Yan Tianxing finally answered and hung up the phone in time.
"In the middle of the night, which little lover are you calling?" Mo Shangyun raised the corners of his lips and asked in his ear.
"Scolded."
Yan Tianxing turned his head and rubbed her messy hair.
Mo Shangyun was startled, then asked, "Your boss?"
"Um."
"Because of what happened yesterday?"
"Um."
After a short pause, Mo Shangyun asked with a smile, "Is the efficiency so low?"
"Um… "
Yan Tianxing, who responded subconsciously, realized that she had omitted the sentence "I only thought of scolding now", so she stopped in time, and then she couldn't help laughing.
"He is very busy." Yan Tianxing said.
However, this matter is not trivial, he just listened to the talk for two hours.
Mo Shangjun asked again, "Will there be any other influence?"
"No."
"Some people will think that you steal the limelight." Mo Shangyun broke it.
No wonder.
No one will criticize her for a role like Mo Shangjun, after all, she has to take the risk of her life. But Yan Tianxing tried his best to take charge of this support task, the situation was different - after all, Yan Tianxing would not worry about his life no matter how big the risk was. In the eyes of many people, Yan Tianxing seemed to be taking credit.
Although Mo Shangjun knew that if it wasn't for her participation, Yan Tianxing would definitely not have participated.
It's good, Yan Tianxing doesn't need 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 think I have your support, that's why I came back alive."
Because she knew there was him, she acted with confidence.
Because of his work, the pirates were suppressed as soon as they started.
Because of his assistance, she was standing here without missing arms or legs.
This kind of thing cannot be done by one person.
This kind of credit cannot be borne by one person.
Yan Tianxing narrowed his eyes slightly, went around with his hands from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her directly to him.
"What if it wasn't for me?"
With his head down, Yan Tianxing stared at her closely.
Mo Shangyun paused for a while, and then said euphemistically, "I may have had a hard time coming back."
If people can come back alive, it is still good.
If she brought her body back... Then the hard work would be someone else.
"Mo Shangjun," Yan Tianxing called out her name in a low voice, his eyes were calm and deep, he whispered in her ear, "I really want you to send me out with your own hands and get a good feel for my mood."
Mo Shangjun let out a sigh of relief and said word by word, "If there is such a day, I will do what I need to do."
After all, what he did was so perfect, so perfect that he figured out all her ways.
"The focus is off."
A hand went around the back of her neck, Yan Tianxing reminded, and then kissed her lips the moment she raised her head.
Mo Shangjun wrapped his hands around his neck and deepened the kiss without hesitation.
There is no air conditioner 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 stay out of yesterday's life and death, and only have each other in their eyes.
The breath is intertwined, the breath is disordered.
Mo Shangyun kissed his lips lightly, and drew her fingertips from his eyebrows to behind his ears. She quietly looked at the coveted face in front of her and said, "Do it."
When the Adam's apple moved, Yan Tianxing leaned down and got close to her ear, his voice hoarse and depressed, "Think again?"
"Then..." His eyes moved slightly, Mo Shangyun stood on tiptoe, paused for a few seconds, approached him, and said word by word, "I think about it."
Her voice was soft, but her words were mixed with affirmation.
So casual, so natural.
It was a matter of course.
Yan Tianxing never surpassed it, just the respect and understanding for her, and the estrangement between the two.
But now, she nodded affirmatively, as if breaking through this limitation.
Leaning down and picking her up by the waist, Yan Tianxing walked to the bedroom.
As soon as the door was closed, the bedroom was dark, but Yan Tianxing pinpointed the position of the bed and put her down carefully.
"Give you three more seconds."
Against her forehead, Yan Tianxing said in a low voice, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"Grumpy."
With a chuckle, Mo Shangjun grabbed his collar and pulled it down.
Now, roll in a ball.
Quietly this night.
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