At the military's group wedding, my best friend and I swapped husbands.

Chapter 52 Don't let that stinky man look down on you!

Before Bai Si'an had even finished wiping himself off, Lin Weiwei ran out.

He no longer cared about wiping himself down; the fire inside him was burning hotter and hotter, and Bai Si'an just wanted to find a way to suppress it.

He wrung out the towel with his left hand and draped it over the edge of the basin.

Hearing Lin Weiwei's slightly disordered breathing outside, Bai Si'an couldn't help but smile.

This woman was so bold when she straddled him and unbuttoned his clothes, and she was so frivolous with her words, but when it came to actually doing it, she turned out to be just a paper tiger.

He looked down at the bandage on his right shoulder; a little blood was seeping out, but it wasn't serious.

It hurts, but the itchy feeling in my heart is more agonizing than the wound itself.

Outside, Lin Weiwei lifted her face from her palm and took several deep breaths.

The cool night wind from the Gobi Desert seeped in through the crack in the door and blew on her burning face.

She pressed the back of her hand to her cheek, scolding herself inwardly: Lin Weiwei, why are you such a coward!

You're a cartoonist, what kind of scenes haven't you seen?

Although... although I lack practical experience, I have a wealth of theoretical knowledge!

It's just giving a man a back rub, right?

As for my heart pounding like it's going to jump out?

She pursed her lips, her competitive spirit rising.

We can't just give up like this.

That guy Bai Si'an is probably laughing to himself in there.

If I admit defeat this time, I'll definitely be ridiculed by this brooding guy in the future!

So that they can be the masters of their own household in the future.

We can't give up so easily this time!

She straightened her back, took a deep breath, turned around, and with a "whoosh," lifted the old bed sheet that served as a curtain and went inside.

Bai Si'an was bending down to get a clean shirt when he heard the noise and looked up. He saw Lin Weiwei had returned, her face still flushed, but her eyes held a hint of recklessness.

Before he could speak, Lin Weiwei had already walked up to him in a few steps.

then.

She plopped down on his lap.

The hard bench was uncomfortable, but Bai Si'an didn't feel it at all at the moment.

He froze completely.

Bai Si'an never expected Lin Weiwei to pull such a stunt.

Lin Weiwei straddled his lap, her hands braced on either side of his shoulders, carefully avoiding the wound on her right shoulder. She looked up at him, her eyes bright, a defiant smile playing on her lips: "What? You're allowed to play tricks, but I'm not allowed to retaliate?"

Baisian's Adam's apple bobbed.

She sat down with considerable force, displaying a reckless, "what's the use" attitude.

The hem of his floral shirt brushed against his legs, which were only covered by underwear, making the rough texture of the fabric particularly clear.

The cubicle was small, and the dim light from the kerosene lamp illuminated even the fine hairs on her face.

Her breath brushed against his neck, warm and carrying her unique scent, somewhat like the smell of a blanket that had been sun-dried.

"You..." Bai Si'an's voice was a little hoarse.

"What do you mean, 'me'?"

Lin Weiwei raised her chin, trying hard to maintain her imposing demeanor, but the tips of her ears were bright red. "So you think you can order me around to help you take a bath? Let me tell you, Bai Si'an, don't think I can't see through you. You did that on purpose!"

As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly to increase her intimidation factor.

With this, their bodies pressed even closer together.

Bai Si'an could clearly feel the temperature of her thighs and the curve of her soft waist under her shirt.

His left hand was still hanging at his side, and he dared not move his right hand because of the injury. He was trapped in the small world of her embrace.

He looked at her eyelashes, which were trembling slightly despite her attempt to remain calm, and the smile in his heart slowly fermented, turning into something even hotter.

"Yes," he suddenly admitted, his voice low, "I did it on purpose."

Lin Weiwei was taken aback.

Bai Si'an raised his uninjured left hand, firmly wrapped it around her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

Caught off guard, Lin Weiwei threw herself into his arms, her nose bumping against his bare chest.

hard.

That was the first word that popped into her head.

His chest was hard and firm, his body temperature was high, and he was still slightly damp from being washed.

Moreover, it's not just about muscle stiffness.

A masculine scent, a mixture of soap and a faint smell of blood, wafted over her and enveloped her completely.

Her hand instinctively pressed against his chest, trying to create some distance, but beneath her palm was an even clearer outline of muscles and a heartbeat.

Hey, hey, hey.

Fast and powerful.

I don't know if it's his or hers.

"You...you let go..." Lin Weiwei's voice was a little weak, and most of her previous momentum had dissipated.

Bai Si'an did not let go.

His hands were clasped behind her waist, his palms burning hot, almost searing into her skin through the thin fabric of his shirt.

His chin rested on the top of her head, and his breathing became heavier.

"Lin Weiwei," he called her name, his breath brushing against her ear, "you were the one who sat down here first."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips precisely.

This kiss was different from the one before.

Previously, it was an outpouring of pain and a test, a bit fierce and a bit hasty.

This time, his kiss was deep and slow, yet it carried an undeniable sense of control.

His left hand moved up from behind her waist and gripped the back of her neck, preventing her from escaping.

His tongue pried open her teeth, went deep inside, and entangled with her tongue.

Lin Weiwei initially struggled a couple of times, making "woofing" noises, and pushed against his chest with her hands.

But soon, that force weakened.

Her mind started turning to mush again.

Bai Si'an's kissing skills weren't actually that great; they lacked technique, but they were passionate and domineering enough.

As if to take back all the resentment he had just felt from being "suppressed" by her, he kissed her deeply and intensely, sucking until her tongue went numb.

Lin Weiwei's hands unconsciously changed from pushing to clinging.

Her fingers ran through his sweaty short hair, while her other hand traced the lines of his strong arm, around the bandage, and hooked around his neck.

Their bodies involuntarily leaned forward, pressing against each other perfectly.

The temperature in the cubicle suddenly rose.

The flickering light of the kerosene lamp cast the intertwined shadows of the two men onto the mottled earthen wall.

Bai Si'an's kisses moved from her lips to her chin, and then to her neck.

His teeth gently nibbled at the skin on the side of her neck, leaving a warm, damp mark.

Lin Weiwei tilted her head back, breathing rapidly, her eyes half-closed, her fingers unconsciously tightening, wrinkling the fabric of his shirt on his shoulder.

Just then.

Her fingertips touched something sticky and slightly cool.

She groggily opened her eyes and, in the dim light, looked at her fingers.

On his fingertips, there was a trace of dark red, half-dried blood.

It was when I hooked my arm around his neck that I accidentally brushed against the blood seeping from the edge of the gauze on his right shoulder.

Lin Weiwei's muddled mind suddenly cleared up.

Wound!

Baisian still has a shoulder injury!

We can't cause any trouble today!

She snapped back to her senses, pressed her hands firmly against Bai Si'an's chest, tilted her head back, and broke free from his kiss.

"Wait...wait!" she gasped, her voice hoarse with passion, but urgent. "Your wound! It's bleeding!"