Abandoned Wife? Her Starlight Shall Blind You!-Chapter 154 - 96: Kissed

Jun Moling seemed to be struck by lightning. Just this light touch made his heart race instantly, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

He lowered his head, only to see her lips as vivid red as blooming petals, her eyes hazy with mist, her nose tip flushed, looking adorable yet with a captivating allure.

Her voice was like a murmured dream: "Jun Moling, your lips are soft too, very soft."

This light sentence was like lighting a fuse, with a "boom," Jun Moling felt the blood rush to his head, as if his entire being was about to ignite, his mind a blank, leaving only that thrilling sensation and the enchanting person in front of him.

Jun Moling suddenly, without warning, pulled Shen Ruoxi tightly into his broad and warm embrace.

His eyes, black as ink, were filled with an overwhelming, inexhaustible deep affection, like the twinkling stars in a deep night sky, shining brilliantly.

Shen Ruoxi’s eyes sparkled like stars, and she slightly curled her lips, asking, "Jun Moling, what do you want to do?"

"Kiss you." His deep and magnetic voice sounded, just two words, yet they seemed to carry endless magic.

As soon as the words fell, he lowered his head impatiently and kissed her lips.

At first, both of them seemed a bit clumsy, just gently nibbling on each other’s lips, yet that momentary touch seemed to ignite a flame deep within their hearts, making them throb intensely.

Gradually, Jun Moling was unsatisfied with just a taste, gently prying open her lips, their burning lips and tongues intertwining.

They immersed themselves in this wonderful feeling, as if time had stopped, leaving only each other in the world.

It is unknown how much time had passed before they reluctantly parted slowly.

Shen Ruoxi’s face was already tinged with a charming flush, her breath warm like gentle spring breezes, burning each other’s skin.

Jun Moling’s black eyes deepened further, like an unfathomable deep pool, seemingly ready to devour the beautiful woman before him.

Shen Ruoxi rubbed her flushed cheeks, what was done was done, nothing to fuss over.

She stood up, clarity restored, "Marshal, let’s return! They’ll worry if they can’t find us."

Jun Moling took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging emotions within.

Just now, he almost lost control, only wanting to keep her by his side forever.

He suddenly squatted down, eyes firm yet gentle, saying, "I said today I belong to you, do you want to climb on my back for the return?"

Shen Ruoxi smiled slightly, not feigning modesty, "Since Your Highness is so sincere, I won’t be polite."

With that, she lightly climbed onto his back, and her hands naturally encircled his neck.

The night was still deep, and this path was not easy, uneven.

Yet Jun Moling felt it was the most comforting and satisfying path he had ever walked in his life.

On his back was the woman he had loved for years, more precious than his own life.

He walked steadily, carefully, as if the road below were not ordinary but led to the shores of happiness.

He wished the path had no end, to carry her like this, until the end of time and the world, the end of years.

The night was deep, stars sprinkled the sky, neither spoke until Jun Moling felt the shallow, even breath grazing his neck, he tilted his head slightly to find her already asleep.

Such unguarded trust made his lips unconsciously lift in a gentle arc, his heart overflowing with joy.

For her to sleep so soundly on his back, did it mean she already had a place for him in her heart, could it be she harbored some affection?

When he reached the camp’s gate, the guards almost scolded but, recognizing their commander, with Military Doctor Shen on his back, they were so startled that their eyes almost fell out.

The crowd hurriedly opened the gate for their Marshal, their eyes closely following his steady stride, full of confusion and surprise, wondering what situation this was.

Jun Moling carried Shen Ruoxi all the way to her tent, afraid of waking her, carefully freeing one hand to tap her acupoint, then slowly entered the tent with her on his back.

The inside was quiet, Qing Ning and Feng Ming should have been in sweet dreams.

Without disturbing anyone, Jun Moling gently placed her on the bed.

There happened to be a basin of water in the room, so Jun Moling took a towel, wringing it dry, his actions gentle as if caring for the world’s most precious treasure, lightly wiped her face and hands, even carefully wiping her neck.

Hearing the commotion outside, Qing Ning and Feng Ming lifted the curtain, and were instantly stunned.

Jun Moling was attentively and tenderly wiping Shen Ruoxi’s face.

At that moment, his eyes were full of warmth, his movements incredibly gentle, as if bathed in warm sunlight, soft and harmless, a world apart from the usually cold and stern Marshal.

The two chose to keep silent in unison, not wishing to disturb this warmth.

In their eyes, breaking this beautiful silence was practically a sin.

After wiping her face, Jun Moling gently blew out the oil lamp on the table, then softly walked out of the tent, carefully setting the tent flap in place.

After Jun Moling had been gone for a long time, Shen Ruoxi’s shallow and even breathing gently echoed within the tent.

Qing Ning and Feng Ming, only then as if waking from a dream, realized they had been standing there for an unknown amount of time.

Qing Ning walked back to her room in good spirits, softly saying, "Let’s sleep!"

However, Feng Ming’s emotions were hard to calm, pondering: The Emperor must have received my letter by now, I wonder how he will decide?

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The Capital City in recent days was filled with a festive and celebratory atmosphere.

Not only had they successfully reclaimed all the territories Dayi Country had lost to Beichang Country, they also received the surrender letter from Beichang, with even the borders being redrawn.

Such a glorious achievement was truly a heartening event, unmatched by anything else.

Tonight, the Emperor still stayed over in Noble Lady Xu’s chamber.

Yet, thinking of Feng Ming’s carrier pigeon’s message, he became restless and could not sleep.

Initially, he managed to keep his composure, for that was Shen Ruoxi’s wish—she had always longed to go to the battlefield where her father and brothers had fought valiantly and sacrificed their lives.

It wasn’t that he wanted to stop her, he just didn’t want to see her sad, nor did he want her in danger.

With her far away, yet to return, at first he wasn’t overly concerned, since the battle ended, he believed she would surely return.

But who would have thought, Feng Ming actually sent news that she and Prince Zhan were very close, how could he remain calm?

No one knew his cousin better than the Emperor.

From childhood, the princes and grandsons lived in the shadow of his brilliance.

If it weren’t for Jun Moling’s father passing away early, the throne would likely not have gone to his father, let alone fall to him.

Jun Moling is not only a prodigy blessed with talent, but his impressive military exploits these past years don’t fall short in fame or prestige compared to him, the Emperor.

If the cousin truly wished to marry Shen Ruoxi, even as the Emperor, he might be powerless to stop it.

But he knew his cousin seemed to have always pined for a certain girl, and precisely because of this girl, at twenty-five, his cousin had never engaged with any other woman.

However, now with his cousin being so attentive to Shen Ruoxi, it stirred a deep sense of crisis in the Emperor’s heart.

The army was still regrouping, needing to leave behind some soldiers to guard the border, estimating another twenty days or so before they could triumphantly return to the capital.

Due to his agitated mind, the Emperor chose to step out of the room.

Xu Ci tightly wrapped herself in a thin quilt, noting all of the Emperor’s worries but unsure how to ease his troubles.