Exclusive Possession – CH 033

Chapter 33.

The rest pod was dimly lit, the bedding was snow-white, and there was a faint smell of medicine in the air. Mu Xian lay on the bed, his face as white as paper.

As I looked into his eyes and brows, my heart felt like it was filled with a hot, soft, full, burning, and flustered feeling.

I had to face this—I’ve fallen for him.

Falling for a man who forces himself on me made me a little uncomfortable. But the urge to reciprocate his feelings was like a tender ivy sprouting in my mind.

“Miss.” A metalhead suddenly appeared in front of me, startling me and bringing me back to my senses instantly.

“The way you stare at the commander is like you want to devour him,” Morin clicked his tongue.

Feeling rather awkward, I quickly changed the subject: “When he wakes up later, is there anything prepared for him to eat?”

Morin, of course, fell for it, patting his chest and replying, “Everything’s ready! I’m the best butler. Let him eat something before the meeting. Wait—” He winked, “You never cared about his diet before; why are you being so considerate now?”

I paused for a moment, then expertly retorted, “Morin, if you were the one lying in that bed, I would also…”

“Oh, I was wrong; please forgive me, miss!” He immediately bowed and scraped. “I’m leaving, I’m leaving. His wounds have been treated, and he should wake up in about ten minutes. Let me know when he wakes up; Eun and the others are waiting!”

I nodded. Morin walked to the door and earnestly instructed, “Whatever you do, do not let him do any strenuous exercise! His wound has not healed yet!”

“Screw you!”

The room returned to silence. My back ached from sitting for so long, so I leaned over the bed and looked at him. His eyebrows looked as if they had been drawn with a pen, so clean and handsome.

The thought that such a man belongs to me (as he once said) made my heart race again.

But then he woke up.

When he first opened his eyes, he was lying flat on his back, staring straight up with a cold look in his eyes and a rather unpleasant expression. But the next instant, he noticed me, immediately turned his head, and stared intently at me with his dark eyes.

I was lying next to his pillow, feeling a little embarrassed, so I got up and said, “Morin said to call Eun and the others when you wake up… uh…”

He swept me close with his long arm, pulling me to his chest, and stared at me without a word. His sickly appearance made him look even paler and more delicate than usual; he looked like a gentle, refined young man. But his eyes were stubbornly dark.

My face flushed, and I wondered if he had realized I liked him. Knowing his personality, I figured he would kiss me passionately like before, and then we would cuddle intimately in bed.

Let him be this time…

But after waiting for a while, he did not make a sound.

I glanced up and saw that his eyes were already dark and almost burning, and his fair cheeks were flushed. Seeing him like this, my heart raced even faster. I thought to myself that if he could not control himself and did that, I would absolutely not agree.

Suddenly, he turned his head to the side, slowly exhaling a long breath, as if taking a deep breath to calm himself. After a while, he looked at me again, his eyes now clear.

“Call them over.” He released me.

I stiffened slightly, stood up, nodded, and walked calmly toward the communicator on the table.

Of course, I could tell he wanted to kiss me; he had something to say to me. It was just that the war was urgent, which was why he controlled himself. But even though I understood, I still felt a little…

A slight sense of disappointment.

Why would I feel disappointed?

“I will end the war as soon as possible.” His voice suddenly came from behind. “We cannot be distracted now.”

My face flushed, and without answering, I silently dialed the number. Eun said they would be there soon.

When I turned around, he was already sitting up. I was startled and quickly went over to him: “Morin said your injury has not healed yet.”

“It’s nothing.” He looked at me, his gaze lingering for a moment before quickly shifting away. Seeing his composed restraint, my disappointment miraculously vanished.

He paused for a moment, then asked calmly, “Whose idea was it to send you to the battlefield?”

Seeing that he was getting a little angry, I immediately explained about the mental power, but did not mention that I had run back from the capital. Finally, I said, “Only I can sense you, so I have to go.”

He had been lost in thought with his head down, but upon hearing this, he suddenly looked at me, his gaze suddenly becoming intensely fixed on me.

I felt embarrassed by his gaze, so I poured him a cup of hot water, which he turned his head away to drink.

“Where are the clothes I was wearing when I was injured?” he asked, putting down his water glass.

“They are all here.” I pointed to the open box next to the table; Morin had said not to throw it away carelessly.

“There’s something in your shirt pocket; take it out.”

I found the garment and, sure enough, felt something cold and hard in the pocket. When I took it out, I was stunned.

This is… a bracelet?

It was a thin, white metal ring with smooth lines and exquisite craftsmanship. The texture looked somewhat like silver, but with a subtle bluish sheen. It had no complicated patterns, appearing simple and elegant. Only the surface was stained with some black dust, probably from Mu Xian was bumpy journey.

I never expected Mu Xian to give me a gift at this time. Even though he had already given me many things.

He must have prepared this before we met last year at Huazhu. Something unexpected happened, so he secretly kept it in his jacket pocket and was only giving it to me now.

I silently walked back to the bedside and sat down, feeling him staring at me. I lowered my head and slowly slipped the bracelet onto my left wrist. It was a little big, but it was passable.

My face burned, but I mustered my courage and looked him straight in the eye: “Thank you. I…I really like it.”

His expression was calm and deep at first. After I finished speaking, he was clearly taken aback, his eyes suddenly became intense, and a faint blush rose on his face.

I never expected him to react so strongly, and I felt even more embarrassed. Then, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms. My waist tightened, and he lifted me onto the bed. He rolled over—he actually rolled over!—and pinned me to the bed, kissing me passionately.

“Your injury…” I sobbed in his mouth. But he would not let go of my kiss, his hands even reaching inside my clothes. I suddenly found myself panting, thinking, “He just said I could not be distracted. How come he was already throwing me on the bed and ravaging me? Was he not supposed to have good self-control?”

“Commander!” A joyful and loud voice came from the doorway, followed by a series of footsteps.

Oh no! Ewan and the others were here!

Mu Xian, who was pressing down on me, also stiffened and abruptly pulled away from my lips. His expression changed slightly, as if he had just woken up.

I turned my head, panting, and saw a row of men standing awkwardly in the doorway, led by Eun and Mop, before turning away. Morin even covered his face with his hands.

“Quick! Get out of here!” Morin roared. But the number of soldiers outside, unaware of the situation, who were still walking in, continued to increase. Mop had already said that this was the first meeting of all officers in the command headquarters since Mu Xian’s return. There were more than twenty people!

Enraged and embarrassed, I shoved Mu Xian aside and jumped off the bed. He was probably stunned and caught off guard and fell back onto the bed, his brow furrowing slightly. I knew I had touched his wound, and I felt a pang of regret. I stood still, staring at him without saying a word. The gazes on my back felt like fire, and my face burned as if it were on fire.

He remained calm, propped himself up to sit, glanced coldly at everyone, and then looked at me: “Go in.”

I nodded with a stiff face—there was another bedroom inside, connected to this one. I’d only taken two steps when I heard him say again, “Give me the magnetic ring first.”

I froze and turned to look at him. He suddenly smiled, a faint smile playing on his cool brows and the corners of his eyes.

I realized what it was and looked at the “bracelet” on my wrist. It was… a magnetic ring? What was that?

“These are aircraft components, needed for the meeting. If you like, I will have the arsenal make some more for you,” he said softly.

I froze—aircraft components? Needed for a meeting? From an arms factory? Not a gift?

No wonder his expression was a little strange when he saw me put it on my wrist. I even shyly told him I liked it, and then… he suddenly could not take it anymore and pounced on me…

I felt like my face was about to fall off. I snatched the “magnetic ring” off, shoved it into his hand, and, not wanting to look at his smiling face, rushed into the inner room. Behind me, I could still hear Mop’s puzzled voice: “Miss likes magnetic rings?”

Adop’s voice rang out: “As expected of the Commander’s fiancée, she’s so extraordinary.”

“Yes, yes,” the others echoed.

I grabbed a pillow from the bed in the inner room and pressed it against my burning face.

But the image of Mu Xian burying his face in my hands and kissing me just now kept flashing through my mind. His handsome face was slightly flushed, and his eyes were dark, as if he wanted to devour me. Was he suddenly moved by me just because I did something silly…? What a strangely endearing thing to do.

I collapsed onto the bed and remained motionless.

But his calm voice came from outside: “I found this magnetic ring in the wreckage of Luna’s plane.”

The crowd, who had been laughing, fell silent. I was stunned too. Luna?

That burly orc auntie had already died in that battle.

Mu Xian continued, “Luna said before the accident that she escaped capture using an emergency escape pod. I found this magnetic field ring in the wreckage of the space station. Its density and magnetism are different from ordinary magnetic field rings on airplanes, which should be the reason why the escape pod was able to evade radar and escape from the fortress. Mop, immediately give this magnetic field ring to the technical department to analyze its composition and mass-produce it.”

Ewan replied, “Commander, you mean that Blanc had taken precautions in the fortress’s radar setup from the beginning—as long as this magnetic field’s used, it will not be detected by the radar.”

“Yes,” Mu Xian said calmly. “Did Yi Pucheng propose negotiations?”

I was slightly surprised—he actually guessed that?

Eun immediately reported Yi Pucheng’s negotiation terms, and a technical officer reported the mercenary’s troop distribution. After listening, Mu Xian said calmly, “I have no interest in negotiating. Eun, you continue to stall him. If the magnetic field proves feasible, equip the entire army with it within 24 hours, immediately attack the fortress, and rescue the trapped garrison.”

I thought about it for a moment and realized it was indeed a brilliant idea. Yi Pucheng was able to extort money so arrogantly because he had secretly started an uprising and seized control of the fortress. Not only were military supplies in his hands, but the garrison was also under his control. If Mu Xian were to secretly lead a large army to approach and catch them off guard, it would be a perfect example of turning the tables on them.

However… Mu Xuan actually managed to evade the mercenaries on the space station, study the wreckage, and even find such an important… magnetic field. With that kind of energy, how could he not be able to escape?

He probably stayed there specifically to find the wreckage, right? He did not need our rescue at all.

This man was really…

reliable.

They continued discussing the direction of advance and the allocation of tasks. I was completely disoriented; I had not rested since rescuing him, and I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, I felt that it was very dark around me. The first thing I saw was a few dark white, slightly bulging abdominal muscles and a sunken navel—this was his embrace. When did he bring me into his arms?

My face was pressed against his bare chest, I could hear his warm, powerful heartbeat, and his large hand was on my waist, stroking me back and forth.

I stiffened slightly, and just as I was about to get up, I heard him ask in a very low voice, “You said she turned back halfway back to the capital?”

“Yes,” Mop’s calm voice rang out.

“We will turn back that same day,” Morin added in a very low voice.

I was startled, and my gaze shifted slightly to the side. They were standing right by the bed. I immediately closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep again.

Then Mu Xian continued, “How was she while I was away?”

My heart suddenly softened, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside me.

Morin replied, “She eats and sleeps normally. It’s just that on the day you had the accident, she was also affected by the mental shockwave, vomited blood, and fainted.”

The large hand that had been slowly moving around my waist suddenly stopped.

Morin added, “But do not worry, she’s much better now. I will continue to treat her, and she will be fine.”

“Would it help if I removed my spiritual power from her?”

Morin replied, “No need. A small amount of gentle spiritual energy can even help her recover.”

Mu Xian remained silent for a while, then suddenly asked, “The wedding’s in two months. Can her body handle me? Should we postpone it?”

My face suddenly flushed—he really did always think about these things! It was best to postpone it!

To everyone’s surprise, Morin’s cheerful voice rang out: “Commander, do not worry; Miss only suffered a concussion; her body’s as strong as ever!”

“Very good,” Mu Xian replied.

I really want to strangle Morin!

Then Morin said, “Your mental strength test results are in. Very good news, and not-too-bad-bad news.”

Mop interrupted, “Stop talking nonsense.”

Morin muttered, “I used very precise words. Commander, your recent ordeal and the powerful external impact caused your mental strength to rebound to an unprecedented level, spontaneously protecting you. The current test values ​​exceed all recorded mental strength figures in the Empire. In other words—Commander, you’ve benefited from this misfortune; your mental strength’s now the strongest in the Empire.”

I smiled slightly upon hearing this, and Mop whispered, “That’s great.” Mu Xian was silent for a moment, then replied, “And the bad news?”

“The bad news is that the trauma this time was too great and the growth was too strong. Your mental strength is currently in an extremely unstable state. Therefore, you must not use your mental strength on a large scale within the next six months! Otherwise, it may cause your mental strength to go out of control, and the consequences will be unimaginable.” Morin’s voice was unusually serious.

I was taken aback, and then I heard Mu Xian ask, “You mean, I’m going to go crazy?”

Morin replied, “You could say that. But small-scale use will not have any impact. What you need most right now is sleep; sleep is the best way to regulate your mental energy.”

“Okay,” Mu Xian said calmly. “Thank you for your hard work.”

“We are heading out now,” Mop said. “Morin? Are you not coming?”

But then Morin stammered, “Commander, we understand how you feel. But could you please stop holding Miss like that? It’s putting pressure on your wound. You’ve been holding her for an hour already.”

“She’s not heavy,” a faint voice said.

My face flushed again, feeling sweet and warm. I thought to myself that I could not let him hug me for a while, lest it aggravate my injury.

Mop chimed in, “Morin’s right. Commander, put her down. What if your wounds do not heal properly and the wedding is postponed?”

I find it a little funny—Mop was still quite clever.

“I understand. You guys go out first.” The hand that was wrapped around me did not move.

The sound of light footsteps filled the air, and the room returned to silence. Just as I was about to “wake up,” he suddenly released me, placed me on the bed, and laid me on my side facing him.

It seems Mop’s advice worked. I would stay asleep then. He was still naked; it would be too embarrassing to wake up now.

He stopped moving; perhaps he had fallen asleep.

Sleepiness washed over me again, and just as I was about to relax and drift off to sleep, I suddenly felt my clothes move. Then I felt a slight coolness on my chest.

I froze—he was taking off my clothes. What was he trying to do?

Soon, I felt him unbutton all the buttons, because my whole chest felt cold. His hand then moved to my back, and I felt my bra loosen and be gently pulled off.

My face was burning hot, and I was panicking—should I open my eyes or not?

Before I could finish agonizing over it, a warm, large hand covered my soft skin and began to gently massage it. My mind went completely blank; I no longer cared about whether I opened my eyes or not. All my attention was focused on his hand.

His movements were very gentle; sometimes he would grasp the whole thing with his palm, and sometimes he would release it, pinching the tender flesh with two fingers, and then pinching the protruding tip. Then he would move his hand to the other side and repeat the same movements.

After a while, his hand moved to below my chest, touched my belly button, and then stopped on my waist.

I was tense, thinking that if he touched me again, just one more touch, I would wake up! I would jump out of bed!

But after waiting for a while, nothing happened. My chest felt a little itchy, as if something was pressing down on it, and I could still feel his breath.

I squinted and peeked, then my eyes widened in shock.

He fell asleep.

His short black hair covered his eyebrows, and his handsome profile was serene. His thick black eyelashes were slightly closed, and his straight nose—which was nestled between my breasts—made my cheeks almost touch the skin there, making it look like my… breasts were sandwiching his face.

Watching this scene, I felt like my brain was boiling paste, both hot and muddy. I thought I’d wait a little longer until he was sound asleep before pushing him away.

I gazed at him, waiting quietly. But as I gazed, my mind began to wander—his sleeping face looked so peaceful and docile, as if devoid of any desire, simply instinctively drawing closer to me.

I remained silent for a moment, then gently placed a hand on his head and closed my eyes to sleep.