Smooches Husband's cheek in front of the men. Then adjust his armor. " Hehe.~ "
Even a Tiger General was not immune to such charms. Zhao Yun’s stern glare melted into an adoring gaze as Diaochan graced his cheek with her lips. A few months ago, he would have regained his composure and acknowledged her affection with a formal nod, as if their love were a force that had to be contained for the well-being of the land–which was ridiculous in retrospect. No, this time, he would return her love twice over, if only because he loved to see her smile. With deft fingers, he tipped her face upwards and kissed her on the lips–chastely enough that the soldiers refrained from yelling out like dogs in heat.
“Thank you, Diaochan. You must be careful… I might make it a habit to come out in ill-fitting armor, hoping that you would come to visit me here.” he whispered, just as his lips drifted close to her ear.
And the men would not dare to mock their General for it, for what was it that they were all fighting for but love and peace? If nothing, they would bless this union. Apparently, so did Zilong’s comrades; Ma Chao caught sight of the couple, and he quickly strode over to take charge of the drill, leaving the Dragon and his beloved Dragoness to their peace.
His tent was a distance away from the organized chaos of the drill area, and this is where he led her, certain that they would not be missed for the rest of the day. Then even before they made it to the inside of the tent, he told her to wait. Close by the entrance were some fragrant orchids, one of which he took and placed gently in her silken strands.
“These flowers remind me of your scent. When you are away, I cannot help but pick them and place them close to me. But now that you are here–”
At this, Zilong placed his hands at her waist, the beginnings of an embrace, and buried his face in her neck, lining it with kisses. He had never been drunk, too disciplined a soldier to indulge to excess, but he surmised that this was close. And far better an experience; another beating heart close to your own compared to an empty jar of wine, choosing the better companion needed no thought. Truth be told, he was always drunk on her. Then there was also the frightful thirst that came when they had to be apart.
He began to quench it with another kiss, this time on her lips, and this time, it was not the chaste touch that his men saw. An honest hunger found itself expressed in that kiss, and only Diaochan would be able to satisfy it, and even then, once her lips departed from his only because they needed to breathe, the hunger was only reborn with twice the vengeance. Puffs of warm breath heated Zhao Yun’s skin, and here, finally was a sanctuary where he could let his guard down.
“Diaochan… I don’t need this armor when I’m with you.”
