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Seeing Lin Mumu’s blushing and frantic look, Yun Ting’s throat moved slightly, and the arms holding her tightened, as if to rub her into his body.

The tent was a military tent in the wild, something Comrade Yun Ting always kept.

The space in the tent was not large, and although it was not stuffy, the close contact between the two of them drained the air out of the tent, giving them a blissful suffocation feeling.

Yun Ting was the one in the most pain. He was holding his little wife in his arms. He wanted to eat but couldn’t, so he could only hug her. He didn’t even dare to go too far, even if he didn’t say it personally, for fear that Lin Mumu’s newly recovered body wouldn’t be able to bear it.

However, her hands.

His eyes fell on Lin Mumu’s hand. Her hand was still placed somewhere on his through her pants, attracting his senses.

Lin Mumu felt the beating in her hand, and blushed even more, daring not to speak. She rubbed her head against Yun Ting’s shoulder again. She knew that Yun Ting was looking at her and was planning to find a place to hide.

The air was quiet but sweet.

Lin Mumu’s lips were a little dry and she subconsciously licked them with her tongue.

Her little moves, in his eyes, were all petty touches, constantly challenging his limits.

This temptation was much stronger than the stimulation from Sakurajima Kuni’s physiological action movie that he had received in the special forces, and it was even more powerful than the temptation training of so-called hot beauties.

Thunder God Yun Ting, who was said to “not like women,” actually encountered this kind of situation.

If the training at that time was not those coquettish bitches, but Lin Mumu, he probably wouldn’t have been able to survive.

At this time, Yun Ting’s breath was a little confused. If he hadn’t considered the health of the person in his arms, he might have become rude and punished her severely to make her understand that she was responsible for starting a fire.

But now, Yun Ting’s eyes fell on Lin Mumu’s little jade-white hand for the third time.

He stretched out his hand suddenly and covered her small hand with his big hand.

Lin Mumu felt Yun Ting’s warmth and obediently let him hold her without struggling, feeling the calluses on his palm.

There were calluses on his palms, which were much rougher than Lin Mumu’s delicate skin. But this roughness had a reassuring solidity.

Lin Mumu’s fluctuating mood calmed down as he held her hand, she leaned on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.

Drowsily, Lin Mumu felt that her hand seemed to be leading her to another place, where there was a hot but delicate touch. The feeling was not annoying, it was quite warm on this cool autumn night.

Lin Mumu just held it and fell asleep heartlessly.

Yun Ting really wanted to cry now. This little thing was really bad! Did God send her to torture him?

Yun Ting shook his head helplessly.

He wanted to move her hand, but he was afraid of waking her up.

He wanted to leave her hand, but he was a little reluctant to let go of this softness and heart palpitations.

That night, Yun Ting barely slept at all, so he devoted himself to hugging this little girl.

Also, tortured by her!

Lin Mumu, on the other hand, fell asleep carelessly.

Lin Mumu had a good habit of going to bed early and getting up early, and always slept soundly at night! It was not her fault.

In the early morning of the next day, Lin Mumu opened her eyes, her hand was a little sore, and then looked at the kidnapped right hand.

Her hands were actually stuck in his trouser pockets.

No, it didn’t seem to be the trouser pocket, it was over there, that place! And she was holding something hard in her hand.

So big.

Lin Mumu glanced at it, quickly turned around and stopped.