Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

Before Xing Wenshu could respond, Xie Anshuang sat up by himself.

"An'an, be careful." Xing Wenshu was worried that he would be involved in the wound, and wanted to get up to help him, but was gently waved away.

Xie Anshuang got up slowly, and then straddled Xing Wenshu's body as soon as he turned around.

This is a very dominant pose.

Xing Wenshu didn't show any repulsion, still smiling slightly, and asked softly: "What's the matter, An An?"

Xie Anshuang didn't answer, but looked down at his right shoulder.

"Want to see my injury?" Xing Wenshu guided and continued to ask.

Xie Anshuang nodded lightly, her long hair was scattered behind her, looking obedient and cute.

Xing Wenshu resisted the urge to rub him, and said again: "Then An'an, can you untie my clothes for me? It's not convenient for me to move."

Xie Anshuang still nodded, and was afraid that he would crush him if he tossed and tossed on him, so he got up and knelt on the side for a while, stretching out his hand to untie his underwear little by little.

Xia Ri was already dressed thinly, Xie Anshuang untied the last solution without much effort, and opened Xing Wenshu's clothes.

As a material capable of both civil and military skills, Xing Wenshu did not practice martial arts on weekdays. His body was covered with a layer of well-proportioned muscles, and his skin was fair, almost perfect.

Except for the abrupt and conspicuous bandage on the right shoulder.

Xie Anshuang had already sat back on him, raised his hand towards the direction of the bandage, and stopped before touching it.

He couldn't help but recall Xing Wenshu's weak and soft congratulations and that powerless smile when he was on the battlefield.

Obviously a person who is so squeamish that even if his fingertips are cut by broken porcelain, he must be bandaged.

But he took such an arrow forcibly because of him.

Xie An's eyes were hot again.

His Xing Wenshu is obviously such a good and proud person, what if he shot more sideways or deeper at that time...

"Why are you crying again?"

Xing Wenshu's helpless voice interrupted Xie Anshuang's fearful imagination.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Anshuang felt that his hand hanging in the air was gently held by Xing Wenshu, pulled it to his lips and kissed him, and comforted him with a smile: "Aren't I lying down in front of An An?"

Xie Anshuang felt the warmth and coldness on his palm, unconsciously curled up his fingertips, but finally did not withdraw his hand, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Xing Wenshu took his hand and replied in a low voice: "It hurts. It hurts. I need An An to kiss me."

He lowered his voice, as if carrying some unknown temptation in the dark room.

Xie Anshuang couldn't hold it back, leaned over and kissed him lightly on the shoulder, then raised his head slightly, meeting Xing Wenshu's eyes that always held an indulgent smile.

It seems that no matter what he does, the people in front of him will give the greatest tolerance.

He moved up a little, kissed Xing Wenshu's lips actively for the first time in a sober state, and tried to penetrate his teeth greenly.

Sensing his nervous and disordered atmosphere, Xing Wenshu obediently accepted his temptation and gave him the dominance.

Xie Anshuang's movements were very jerky, he probed deeper and deeper, absorbing Xing Wenshu's passive response.

A long kiss.

In the end, it was Xing Wenshu who ended the kiss first.

Xie Anshuang raised his head slightly, a hazy mist appeared in his eyes, and he was immersed in some puzzled questions.

Xing Wenshu raised his hand and rubbed his head, his voice became hoarse: "If you continue to kiss, I won't be able to bear it."

Xie Anshuang is not a blank sheet of paper that doesn't understand anything, and he lowered his eyes lightly when he heard this: "If you can't bear it, then don't bear it."

"That won't work."

Xing Wenshu chuckled, and deliberately made his voice more ambiguous: "We all have injuries. The first time with An'an, I want to be more perfect."

"...Mmm." Xie An's ears were slightly red, and he responded with a soft nasal voice, and said in a lower voice, "Then, I will help you."

After speaking, he leaned over again, blocking all Xing Wenshu's responses, leaving only a slight gasp.

A room temperature.

……

The next morning, Xie Anshuang was woken up again by Xing Wenshu.

"Well... sleep a little longer..."

He frowned and muttered vaguely.

Xing Wenshu pinched his cheek lightly, and said, "Don't you still have to go to the barracks today? You won't be allowed to enter later."

Xie Anshuang barely opened his eyes, still looking extremely sleepy.

It was a bit late last night, and it was basically Xie Anshuang who took the initiative, and Xing Wenshu re-wrapped him after the trouble.

Considering that he was really tired, Xing Wenshu patted his head and said, "Then I'll prepare breakfast first, and I'll call you again when I come back."

"Hmm." Xie Anshuang replied vaguely, not sure if he heard it or not.

But when Xing Wenshu really came back with breakfast, Xie Anshuang had packed himself up and waited at the table.

"Are you awake?" Xing Wenshu smiled and put the breakfast on the table, which consisted of two servings of hot porridge.

Xie Anshuang watched him take out the breakfast, and he returned to his reticent appearance when he first woke up yesterday, only showing a faint expression of relief.

Xing Wenshu didn't notice, and asked casually, "Are your hands still sore?"

Xie Anshuang nodded, then shook his head again.

The general idea is that it is still sour, but it is much better than last night.

"Thanks for your hard work, I will come next time." Xing Wenshu ravaged his head and sat down beside him.

Xie Anshuang's expression was calm, but the tips of his ears were obviously red.

Although I took advantage of the atmosphere last night to take the initiative for a long time, I still feel a little uncomfortable when I think about it now.

Fortunately, Xing Wenshu didn't stay on this topic for too long. He and Xie Anshuang finished breakfast together, and after a brief tidying up, they went to the barracks together.

Since Xing Wenshu had contacted Yuan Xu in advance this morning, the soldiers in the barracks did not stop them, and they went directly to the camp of Xie Anshuang's previous team without any problems.

"An Le!"

There were three soldiers sitting outside the tent, one of them saw Xie Anshuang from a distance, and ran over excitedly, only to realize that there was someone beside him, and honestly added: "Vice General Wen."

Xing Wenshu smiled, and said gently: "I am here to accompany An An to report that you are safe, so there is no need to be restrained."

"Oh, oh." Brother Mo was honest, and quickly turned his attention to Xie Anshuang, and while walking towards the tent with him, he asked about his physical condition.

It's just that he asked too many questions, Xie Anshuang didn't hear a few of them clearly, and only answered some briefly.

Brother Mo just thought it was his temper, and didn't think much about it at all.

However, when approaching the camp, Xie Anshuang noticed that Xing Wenshu was gradually not following, and felt a little flustered inexplicably, looking back in Xing Wenshu's direction.

However, Xing Wenshu, who was always able to detect his thoughts at the first time before, stood in place for a long time this time and did not come over.

There was some distance between the two, Xie Anshuang couldn't see his expression clearly, and his heart became even more flustered, subconsciously wanting to go back.

"What's the matter?" Brother Mo noticed something was wrong with him, asked in confusion, and followed his gaze to Xing Wenshu's direction, "Won't Vice General Wen come?"

Xing Wenshu didn't stride over until then, and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I was distracted by thinking about something just now. Let's move on."

Brother Mo did not doubt that he was there, nodded and continued to move forward.

Xie Anshuang was also obviously relieved, and returned to his indifferent appearance at the beginning, and continued to listen to a bunch of questions asked by Brother Mo, just in time to miss Xing Wenshu's dim sight.

They were not far away from the camp, and after a while Xie Anshuang was surrounded by the rest of the soldiers, but he still leaned towards Xing Wenshu unconsciously.

"By the way, An Le, then are you going to fight Fandong Kingdom with us?"

Some soldiers brought up this topic with regret in their expressions.

Another soldier also jokingly said: "Yes, you are the backbone of our team, but unfortunately we can no longer fight side by side with you. Maybe our team's hard work is not as good as before."

Hearing this, Xie Anshuang shook his head: "I am not the backbone, you are all brave."

Brother Mo hurriedly echoed: "An Le is right, marching and fighting still depends on our own fighting spirit and mentality. An Le has no choice but to leave, so don't put too much pressure on him."

The other soldiers understood what he meant, and quickly changed the subject with a smile.

The atmosphere in the camp was pleasant and harmonious. Seeing that Xie Anshuang was safe and sound, the soldiers were relieved and hoped that Xie Anshuang could recover from his injuries and recover soon.

But when everyone was relaxing, Xie Anshuang suddenly noticed that Xing Wenshu was missing.

Before, in order to get closer to Xing Wenshu, he walked behind Brother Mo, but later the soldiers almost directly surrounded him, temporarily blocking his perception of Xing Wenshu.

He hurriedly searched around, but he couldn't find it after wandering around for several times.

"Is An Le looking for Vice-General Wen?" Brother Mo noticed his movement and said casually, "I just saw him go to General Yuan."

Hearing this, Xie Anshuang turned around to leave without saying a word.

"Anle? Are you leaving now?"

A soldier opened his mouth as if wanting to keep him, but Xie Anshuang didn't respond at all, and hurried to the other side.

The soldier was a little puzzled, and muttered, "What's wrong with Anle? Isn't that the direction to go to the commander's tent?"

……

On the other side, Xie Anshuang, who was in a hurry to leave, was filled with uneasiness and fear, and couldn't even tell where he was going.

He walked around in the barracks, and when he occasionally encountered a few soldiers he knew greeted him, he completely ignored them.

He was looking for Xing Wenshu with all his heart, but he walked more and more sideways, until he came to a place where few soldiers passed by, and stood there at a loss, looking around.

Could it be...was he really abandoned again?

However, not far behind him, Xing Wenshu stood in a hidden place, watching him quietly, and finally walked in front of him when he wanted to continue wandering to other places.

"Xing Wenshu!"

As soon as Xie Anshuang saw him, he rushed towards him, and at some point there was another layer of mist in his eyes, and he said aggrievedly, "I can't find you."

Xing Wenshu let him hold him. After a long time, he sighed, hugged him back slowly, and said very softly, "I've always been there, so you don't need to look for it."

The one who should really get it back is yourself.

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Heart knot aggravated limited edition taciturn and clingy Ann (.)

I've been a little busy outside today, the nutrient solution and mines put down the chapter mua