Tangling with the Western Commander

Chapter 393: Chapter 390

It was as though he wanted to see if Captain Lu Xiao could lose his composure.

Lu Xiao didn’t say another word, and both of them stared each other down, seemingly engaged in a silent struggle.

However, something must have registered with the captain beneath her, as his pupils suddenly narrowed, and he blurted out,

“You’re not wearing any?”

Wen Xian, “Isn’t that what you like?”

Lu Xiao wiped his face, looked out the window, and suddenly licked his teeth.

Every muscle in his body seemed to tense even more, and he cursed under his breath.

Wen Xian smiled, seemingly enjoying the sight of him tearing away that serious facade, watching as he went crazy for her.

Lu Xiao’s gaze swept over the clean clothes she had placed beside the bed, and then back to her, wrapped in a towel, his breath growing remarkably heavier,

He abruptly sat up straight, and Wen Xian was forced to lean back, as his long arm wrapped around her slender waist, drawing her into his embrace, while his other hand reached for the clothes beside her bed.

The heat of his palm pressed against her waist.

His voice came,

“Dress warmly, or you’ll catch a cold tonight.”

Wen Xian wriggled on top of him,

“Then help me put them on.”

Captain Lu, “…”

Wen Xian stared at him, her beautiful fingers touching the towel.

A mix of coquettish and innocence played in her eyes, yet clearly, she was devilishly naughty.

The next second, her slender white fingertips flicked open.

A towel cascaded down from Captain Lu Xiao’s body.

He, “…”

“Help me put them on, Captain Lu.”

She said softly.

The man, unable to endure any longer, suddenly flipped over, his voice extremely husky, “To hell with dressing!”

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The next day.

Early in the morning, as Wen Xian groggily opened her eyes and half propped herself up, the black blanket slipped slightly, revealing her fair, smooth shoulders.

Her long hair shadowed what lay in front of her.

She watched Lu Xiao getting dressed, pulling on a black shirt, his back to her as he reached up to button it one by one.

His broad back, a classic contrast of wide shoulders and a narrow waist, the shirt covering his well-built back muscles.

Wen Xian’s voice, still lazy and husky from sleep, asked, “Where are you going…?”

Lu Xiao had already freshened up, as he suddenly had to go out.

At her voice, he looked over and walked towards her,

bending down, one hand propped by the bed, the other by the bedside table, he gently kissed her forehead.

The corner of his eye caught a glimpse of her nakedness, and unconsciously, he pulled the blanket up over her, saying,

“I have to step out for a bit, but in a couple of days, it’s my turn to attend the flag-raising ceremony. I’ll take you to see it.”

But attending the flag-raising was no simple matter; it required getting up early and queuing up.

The crowd would be immense.

“You go back to sleep for a bit; it’s still early.”

Although Wen Xian felt she hadn’t had enough sleep, seeing that he had matters to attend to, she didn’t want to bother him, so she obediently lay down, curling up in the blanket.

Lu Xiao watched her lazy, seductive pose of a sleeping beauty, and first thing in the morning, he was once again stirred by her.

After all, no one knew better than he did what lay beneath that blanket.

It seemed that with her by his side, he finally understood why ancient kings skipped the morning court for a while.

When blaming others, everyone feels justified, but when it comes to oneself, people always look for excuses.

As if they were the most innocent.

Lu Xiao was ready to leave. After all, he had done some things last night that still made his resistance strong.

But just as he was about to leave, something crossed his mind, and he suddenly said,

“By the way, Wen Xian, what was that man’s name last night?”