Huo Yuhao Commanded Another Victory, Haotong's Bittersweet Love-Making (Part 2)

The tent flap fell behind her, shutting out the wind, snow, and war drums outside.

Tang Wutong turned around with her back to the Soul Tool lamp that was about to burn out. Its light traced soft edges around her silhouette. The collar of her battle uniform had loosened slightly, revealing a stretch of collarbone. Huo Yuhao reached out and tucked her loose hair behind her ear. His knuckles accidentally brushed her ear, and she trembled faintly.

Huo Yuhao lowered his head and kissed her. Tang Wutong was pressed against a tent pole, the back of her head cushioned in his palm, her chest against the beat of his heart. His kiss was hotter than before, tasting the lingering bitterness and sweetness of the tea she had drunk that night. Tang Wutong let out a soft moan and gripped the battle uniform on his back, her fingertips nearly digging into his skin.

There was a soft sound as her outer armor was undone. Huo Yuhao's movements were still habitually restrained at first, unfastening every clasp slowly, as though afraid of hurting her. His carefulness made Tang Wutong both softhearted and impatient, so she reached out herself and yanked open the sash at her waist. Her outer robe slipped down and pooled at her feet, revealing the close-fitting white silk lining beneath. Huo Yuhao's breathing grew noticeably heavier.

"Why are your hands still so cold?" Tang Wutong took his fingers and pressed them against the side of her neck. The icy-blue Soul Power touched her warm skin, sending a faint numb tingling through her. Huo Yuhao did not pull away, allowing her warmth to slowly seep into him. His palm rested in the hollow of her neck, and he could feel how quickly her pulse raced—a complete contrast to the composure