Exclusive Possession – CH 034

Chapter 34.

When I woke up, Mu Xian was still fast asleep. I looked up at my watch; nine hours had passed, and neither of us had changed position.

My left cheek was gently pressed against his side, while my right cheek rested on his face. I did not want him to wake up in this position, but I also did not want to disturb him. After a moment’s hesitation, I had no choice but to hold my left cheek and slowly pull it out.

To my surprise, his eyes opened immediately. My hand was still holding his left side, the tip of the flower pointing directly at his left eye…

He did not look up at me; his dark pupils seemed still confused. Suddenly, he raised his hand and firmly grasped the left side of the gluten ball, opened his mouth, and took the upper half into his mouth. Then he closed his eyes and remained still.

The series of movements was executed flawlessly and smoothly.

He fell asleep again!

I was utterly dumbfounded. After watching him for a while, I had no choice but to resign myself to grasping Zuo Feng and pulling him out again. Fortunately, he took it in very gently, and I managed to pull it out smoothly. I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up when I suddenly saw him frown, and he actually raised his hand again, grasped it, and tried to put it in his mouth, his eyes still closed.

How could I let him succeed again! Quick as a flash, I grabbed a piece of cloth from the bed and shoved it into his mouth. Surprisingly, this trick worked. He took it in his mouth, his lips moved twice, he sniffed lightly, his brow instantly relaxed, and he stopped moving.

I sat up with a sigh of relief. In the dim light, I noticed something in his mouth that looked very familiar. Looking closer, I realized it was my bra! He’d taken it off and tossed it aside before falling asleep yesterday—no wonder there was a piece of cloth on the bed!

It was more terrifying to wake him up with my bra in his mouth than to wake him up with his real breasts in his mouth!

I froze for a moment, then grabbed the bra strap and tried to pull it out for the third time. But this time I was not so lucky. He must have bitten the thin fabric with his teeth. When I applied a little more force, he frowned and opened his eyes again.

I remained motionless, trembling with fear, to see if he would fall asleep again. But his gaze swept indifferently downwards, and he reached out and took the bra out of his mouth. He looked at it for a few moments, then looked up at me.

I wish I could dig a hole and crawl into it!

But before his gaze even touched my face, it abruptly stopped, becoming deep and focused. I followed his gaze and looked down; my shirt was open, revealing my breasts! I had completely forgotten to button it up after waking up.

I quickly turned my back to him and fastened the buttons. By the time I turned around, my expression was relatively calm: “While you were asleep, you grabbed… your bra and put it in your mouth.”

He looked at me, a smile suddenly appearing on his face, and a faint glimmer seemed to appear in his eyes. He replied softly, “I’m sorry.”

My face flushed under his gaze. I pretended to be nonchalant and got out of bed, putting on my shoes. I sat down in a chair, calmed myself for a moment, and was about to ask him if he was hungry when I heard him say, “Hua Yao, thank you.” His voice was soft and deep, as if it had something in mind.

My face flushed even more. Was he thanking me for letting him sleep with his head buried in my chest all night? The thought was incredibly awkward. I looked to the side and said, “I was asleep; I did not know anything. Do not do that again.”

He did not say anything, but I could feel him staring at me. After a while, I heard him say softly, “Hua Yao, I was talking about the space station.”

I froze, turned around, and saw him smiling gently at me. His smile softened his usually cold demeanor. My heart pounded, and I stammered, “It’s nothing.”

“However,” he said slowly, “you do not need to come to my rescue if anything happens to me in the future.”

I was stunned: “Why?”

He looked at me, casually crumpled the bra in his hand into a ball, and gently tossed it from his left hand to his right, then from his right hand to his left, saying in a nonchalant tone, “You are my woman, not my subordinate. You should not take risks.”

My gaze was drawn to the bra, and I unconsciously let out an “Oh.” He seemed to notice my gaze and looked down at what was in his palm. My face flushed, but then I saw him reach out to me: “Go put it on.”

I thought to myself, “You’ve already sucked and bitten me; how can I wear it?” and shook my head slightly, “No need.”

His gaze swept over my chest, staring at that spot, and he said, “Mop and Morin will be here in a bit.”

I suddenly felt something was wrong, and following his gaze, I saw that under the thin, soft white shirt, the tips of my breasts were clearly visible…

So I was just standing there in this shape for so long? No wonder his eyes never left me!

My face was burning hot and numb. Under his intense gaze, I lowered my head and walked back to the bedside. I snatched the bra from his hand, strode into the inner room, quickly put it on, and calmed my breathing.

But my bra was soaked with his saliva! It felt cold and uncomfortable. But the other clothes had not been delivered to the space fortress yet, so I had to put up with it.

Remembering what he just said—that I was his woman and should not be in danger—warmed my heart, but I also felt he was being too chauvinistic. But let him be. The situation where he needed me to rescue him was unlikely to happen again. Even if we had not gone this time, he’d probably sneak back on his own in a day or two.

When I went out, he had already turned on the overhead light, was wearing a dark gray shirt and leaning against the headboard, his face looked handsome and gentle, and his eyes were very calm.

He told me to call Mop, who said he’d be there in three minutes. After hanging up, silence returned to the cabin.

I realized I was really not good at getting along with him, and we did not seem to had much in common. Our only time together before was almost entirely in bed.

“Now do you know what a low-level turbine is?” he suddenly asked.

I was so deeply impressed by that word that my face flushed, and I replied, “I do not know.”

“I will take you to see it when the war’s over,” he said softly, a hint of a smile in his voice.

“…Huh? No need.” Actually, I had absolutely no interest in turbines or anything like that!

But thinking back to that day, I laughed and said, “If I had not been startled by suddenly seeing you, I would not have forgotten my lines.”

I was genuinely confident about this. I was quite shocked when he said it so arrogantly back then. I pondered his words countless times until I knew them by heart. Only later did I dare to imitate him in a pretentious manner.

“Hmm.” He looked at me intently.

That look made me a little uncomfortable, so I lowered my head and said, “Do you think if I had not said anything wrong that day, they would have surrendered without a fight? Would I have succeeded?”

He did not answer immediately, just stared at me silently. I suddenly felt embarrassed. I guessed he might had been a little touched that day, but also thought I was being foolish. Yet, I was also a little skeptical; maybe I could succeed that day. For the first time in my life, I felt so confident…

“Definitely.” His voice suddenly rang out. His tone was not gentle or considerate; instead, it carried his usual arrogant indifference.

Yet, it was this nonchalant tone that made my heart feel as if it had been gently bumped, followed by a warm current that nestled comfortably within me. That warmth was almost scalding, making me feel as if my very heart was trembling slightly in my chest.

I thought I was… growing to like him more and more.

He did not say anything more. We remained silent, but there seemed to be an invisible heat in the air, making me feel a little dizzy.

I suddenly felt a strong urge to go over and kiss him.

I glanced at him quickly, only to see that he was already reading the military report that Mop had brought him from the bedside. He had said that we must not be distracted before the war was over.

I felt a little suffocated; my heart was pounding. Should I kiss him? I’d walk over, bend down, give him a kiss, then come back and sit down. It should be quick, and I would not be able to focus on anything else.

Looking at his handsome, fair face and his beautiful, slightly pursed lips, I felt as if my whole body was filled with lead. I could not take a step, my face grew hotter and hotter, and I felt dizzy. I could not take it anymore, so I gritted my teeth and stood up. He looked up at me, his gaze calm, and I froze again.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and Mop and Morin walked in. I immediately sat back down, feeling a huge sense of relief but also a slight pang of regret.

“Commander, the fleet will depart in one hour,” Mop said. “Should we go immediately?”

“Go,” Mu Xian said calmly.

“OK.”

I sensed something was wrong and immediately asked, “Where are you going?”

Mop replied, “Go do pre-battle mobilization.” I breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Mu Xian, and saw a smile returning to his lips. My face flushed, and I turned my head away.

“Morin,” Mu Xian suddenly said, “help me take a bath first.” Morin had always been in charge of his daily life.

Morin jogged over: “Commander, I know you hate being dirty, but the wound cannot get wet right now, so we can only wash it with water and then disinfect our whole bodies.”

Mu Xian nodded. Morin helped him slowly stand up, muttering, “I need to get a towel; someone needs to help me…” When he saw me standing to the side, a bright smile instantly bloomed on his face: “Miss, please help me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Xian immediately turned to look at me, his eyes dark and piercing.

Give Mu Xian a bath?

Suddenly, his tall, naked body flashed into my mind, and my face flushed. I avoided his gaze and said, “Let Mop go instead.”

They were all silent for a moment before Mu Xian spoke first: “Mop.” Mop immediately stepped forward, took his other hand, and the three of them walked silently into the bathroom.

Listening to the pattering water in the bathroom, I felt a little annoyed—why did they react like that? It was as if I were heartless and had wronged Mu Xian. But being in front of his body now really made me uncomfortable; I did not like that.

After a while, they came out, and Mu Xian had changed into a clean shirt and trousers. They then dressed Mu Xian in a military uniform, pinned on his medals, and put on his military cap and gloves.

His dark gray military uniform accentuated his fair skin and handsome features. However, his demeanor was too cold and aloof, and his pale, sickly appearance gave his entire face a chilling aura. He looked like a figure sculpted from ice and snow, except that a snowman would not have his dark and sharp eyes.

Just as he was dressed, someone knocked on the door. It was Eun, with several officers standing beside him.

“Commander, the pilots are waiting for you.”

“Okay.” Mu Xian glanced at me. “You stay here and wait for me to come back.” I nodded. At that moment, Mop and Morin suddenly released him and stepped aside. I was a little confused. What were they going to do?

He took a breath and stood up very, very slowly. After regaining his balance, he looked straight ahead, took a small step, and suddenly stopped, as if he were exerting some effort in secret.

At that moment, Morin turned to look at me, pursed her lips, and looked a little sad, but she did not say anything.

I immediately understood—did Mu Xian intend to walk to the command center himself? He even had difficulty getting out of bed, you know.

His spine was ramrod straight, and his long legs took another step forward, then another. His steps were slow, but they had become fluid.

Outside the door, Eun and Adop, and inside, Mop and Morin, watched his silent and slow steps and his calm but pale face, all standing still.

I knew this must be some kind of military regulation, but I was a little sad, so I immediately stepped forward and grabbed his arm: “Let me help you.” At the same time, Mop and Morin called out from behind, “Miss…”

He paused, glanced at me, and a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes, but it quickly returned to its coldness.

“Let go.”

His tone was cold, carrying a hint of authority. I was startled and involuntarily released his arm. At that moment, Morin pulled me back. Mu Xian did not look at me again and slowly walked out into the light shining in from outside. Eun, Mop, and the others followed him out.

Only Morin and I were left in the room. I remembered what he had just said. Although I knew he was just doing his job, I was still a little unhappy and felt a little sorry for him. I sat on the sofa without saying a word.

Morin blinked his red eyes at me: “Miss, please do not misunderstand! He’s not trying to be mean to you! It’s his habit, and it’s a fleet tradition—as commander, he always stands in front of everyone to give them confidence. He cannot be helped into battle! That would damage morale!”

My heart skipped a beat, and I asked, “Does that mean he will be standing for the entire battle today?”

Morin sighed and nodded: “Just wait, there will definitely be a lot of bloodshed when we come back. But there’s nothing we can do. Mop said that we’ve all been with the Commander for many years. Just his cold, impersonal presence and his cold, impersonal way of speaking fill us with strength.”

My heart ached. I understood the importance of morale, but…

“What if he breaks his leg and cannot stand up?”

Morin shook his head: “Do not worry too much. He broke his leg bone during the Sirius battle, and after getting a metal leg replacement, he went back to command the battle. You know, bone replacement is incredibly painful. It feels like a little stick is constantly poking at the wound. He stood there for two days that time. Ah, the fighters are taking off!”

He pointed out the window and saw that under the dark sky, fighter jets, like gray birds, soared out from the deck, leaving faint traces like ripples on water among the stars, and then suddenly disappeared into clusters of silvery-white light.

The fighter jets leaped away, their movements so quiet, even graceful, yet I sensed a solemn and chilling aura, much like the cold indifference Mu Xian had just displayed.