The border night was as dark as cloth soaked in ink.
Su Qing was twenty-four this year, wielding a flexible sword, its blade narrow, yet her strikes were swift as a ghost. Lu Chen was twenty-six, his longsword simple and ancient, his swordsmanship steady. Both belonged to the outer scouts of the Yang Family Army. That night, they were ordered to infiltrate the Liao camp to investigate provisions and troop deployments.
At the third watch (around 11 PM), the two infiltrated from the rear dead angle of the camp by scaling the wall. Su Qing led the way, his footsteps so light they barely touched the dust; Lu Chen followed behind, responsible for covering the rear and observation. They bypassed the patrol torches, moving along the edges of the tents, using their utmost vision to memorize the positions of flags, carriages, horses, and sentry posts. The entire process was tense but smooth, until they were discovered by a Liao soldier on night patrol during their retreat.
Su Qing reversed her sword to seal a throat, while Lu Chen simultaneously dealt with another person. Without stopping, they quickly retreated from the camp, racing south under cover of night.
Running over ten miles, confirming no pursuers, the two slowed their pace. In the distance was an abandoned, dilapidated temple, door half-collapsed, roof leaking moonlight. They slipped inside, first checked the surroundings, confirmed it was safe before sitting down against the wall.
Lu Chen took out a water skin from his bosom and handed it over. Su Qing accepted it, took two sips, and her breathing gradually steadied. Tonight she was wearing tight-fitting night clothes; the black martial attire outlined her figure sharply, and the soft sword at her waist still carried a trace of the scent of blood.
“Smoothly.” Lu Chen said in a low voice.
Su Qing nodded: "The provisions are in the west camp, the guard is more lax than expected. We can report back tomorrow."
Silence descended. In the broken temple, there was only the sound of wind, and occasionally mice running across the beams. The two sat side by side, less than a fist's distance between their shoulders. The lingering tension from the enemy camp hadn't completely dissipated, yet their heartbeats slowly shifted to a different rhythm.
Su Qing spoke first: 'You're injured on your left wrist?'
Lu Chen raised his hand to look; a tear had opened on his sleeve, and the blood had already coagulated: "It's just a superficial wound, it's nothing."
She didn't ask again, just took out a clean cloth strip from her bosom, signaling him to extend his hand. Lu Chen offered his wrist. Her fingertips were cold, but her movements were steady, wrapping it round and round, tying a knot.
"All right." She let go.
Lu Chen did not immediately withdraw his hand; instead, he gently grasped her fingers in return. Su Qing looked up at him. Moonlight shone into the broken temple, illuminating half his face clearly—his eyes and brows were calm, his lips pressed into a line.
“Su Qing.” He called her name, his voice very low. “If it weren’t for you scouting ahead tonight, I might already have been exposed.”
She didn't withdraw her hand, just said calmly, 'Likewise.'
There was another silence. Lu Chen’s thumb slowly rubbed over her knuckles, the pressure extremely light. Su Qing’s heartbeat gradually quickened. They had worked together in the military for nearly a year, on countless missions, yet never had they been as close as they were tonight, in the empty night.
“Would you be willing... to come a little closer?” he asked.
Su Qing looked into his eyes and didn't answer immediately. She could feel her own breathing falter for a beat, and also feel the warmth of his palm transmitting through his fingertips. In the end, she nodded gently.
Lu Chen turned sideways, raising his other hand, his thumb gently brushing her cheek. Su Qing did not avoid it. He lowered his head, and his kiss landed on her lips.
At first, it was just a tentative touch, dry and restrained. Su Qing's eyelashes fluttered, then she slightly opened her mouth, responding to him. The kiss gradually deepened; his hand slid from the side of her face to the back of her neck, gently pulling her closer. Su Qing's hands also climbed onto his shoulders, her fingertips touching the muscles beneath his tight-fitting clothes.
The nightclothes were undone layer by layer.
Lu Chen's movements were not hurried. Each time he undid a fastening, he would pause for a moment, watching her eyes. Su Qing did not refuse; she even actively raised her hands to help him remove his outer robe. Moonlight shone on both of them, casting their skin in a pale silvery white. Su Qing's figure was well-proportioned, her collarbones distinct, her chest rising and falling gently with her breath. Lu Chen lowered his head, his kisses moving from her lips to the side of her neck, then further down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth.
She gasped lightly, her fingers threading through his hair. His other hand slid down along her waistline, exploring between her legs. It was already wet, and his fingers slipped in easily, moving slowly. Su Qing's legs tightened slightly, then were gently parted by him.
“Lu Chen……” she called his name, her voice trembling.
"I am." He looked up at her, his gaze dark. "But do you want to continue?"
“Yes.” she answered clearly.
He withdrew his fingers, pressed himself against her entrance, and slowly pushed in. She was very tight, and the process of entering wasn’t easy. He paused for a moment, kissed her forehead, and waited for her to adjust. Only after she gave a slight nod did he continue pushing in until he was fully inside.
Both of them were covered in a thin layer of sweat.
He began moving. At first it was extremely slow; each withdrawal almost completely left her before thrusting deeply in again. The wooden floor of the ruined temple made a faint sound. Su Qing's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels braced against his back. He sped up, his palm supporting her hips so that each impact went even deeper.
She finally couldn't hold back and cried out.
The voice was suppressed, yet carried genuine pleasure. He lowered his head to kiss her lips, swallowing those sounds into his throat. Their breaths intertwined, sweat sliding down their skin. He suddenly flipped her over, making her kneel on all fours, and entered her from behind again. This position went deeper; she supported herself with her hands on the floor, her spine arching into a beautiful curve.
“Too deep...” she gasped.
He did not slow down, and instead reached around to the front, rubbing her nipples while his lower body kept thrusting forcefully. Her voice gradually took on a crying tone, but it was not pain—it was the near-absent-minded pleasure of being driven into the deepest place. The climax came suddenly; her whole body trembled violently, her insides clenching, almost forcing him to his limit as well.
He growled low and released everything inside her.
Afterward, the two of them lay side by side on the outer robe, and neither of them got up right away. The moonlight outside was still the same, and from far away came the faint sound of the night watch drum. Su Qing turned onto her side and gently traced the old scar on his chest with her fingers.
"After reporting back on the military situation tomorrow," she said softly, "where are you going?"
“Go north with the army.” He took her hand, “What about you?”
“Me too.”
He smiled and pulled her into his arms. This time there was no lust, only the simple warmth of body heat and heartbeat.
But desire soon returned again.
In the second half of the night, she took the initiative and climbed onto him. Her long hair fell down, covering half her face. Holding onto him, she lowered herself little by little until she swallowed him completely. This angle let her control the depth herself; she rose and fell very slowly, but each time she sat all the way down to the bottom. He looked up at her, both hands holding her waist, his thumbs gently stroking her lower abdomen.
“Su Qing...” he called her full name.
She leaned down to kiss him, but her lower body quickened its rhythm. Sweat slid from her collarbone, dripping onto his chest. When the second climax came, her whole body went limp on top of him, her insides contracting in waves. He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, and continued thrusting until he released again.
As dawn was about to break, the two finally stopped.
Su Qing leaned against his chest, her voice still a bit hoarse: "The enemy camp has been scouted, the military intelligence obtained. After parting today, who knows when we can be like this again..."
Lu Chen re-tied her soft sword back to her waist, his movements very gentle.
"Since we're headed north together," he said, "we might as well keep each other company."
She looked at him and finally curved the corners of her mouth.
That smile was faint, yet brighter than a sword's gleam.
After that, the two of them really did go with the troops together.
During the day, they were spies and partners; at night, they were each other's only warmth. Tents, dilapidated temples, mountain hollows—as long as there was a place to rest, they would shed all defenses, using their bodies to confirm the other's existence. Sometimes intense, sometimes extremely gentle. She gradually learned to let her voice go beneath him, and he learned how to bring her to peak after peak.
One night, taking shelter from the rain in a mountain hollow, he embraced her from behind, entering very deeply. The sound of the rain covered all panting. She turned her head to kiss him; rainwater and sweat mixed together, salty and astringent yet real.
“If there comes a day,” she suddenly said, “when one of us dies first under sword or blade...”
He blocked her mouth, but his lower body thrust even harder.
“Don’t say these things.” He bit her earlobe, “As long as you’re alive, live well.”
She stopped talking, only pressing her body tighter against his.
The jianghu remains dangerous, the enemy camp remains unbroken. But in the gaps between the flashes of blades and shadows, the nights they stole are more addictive than any military intelligence.
And they both knew—
As long as they can still hold each other’s hands, this border pass doesn’t count as too cold.
The border night remained utterly dark.
After Su Qing and Lu Chen followed the main army north, their roles as scouts often sent them to the very front lines. During the day, the two cooperated seamlessly; at night, they became each other's sole reliance. Military camp discipline was strict, and truly private time was scarce. But whenever there was an opportunity, they would make the most of those stolen moments.
That night, the two of them were ordered to scout the enemy sentry post ahead once more. The mission was riskier than the last, almost skirting the edges of the Liao army patrol's torchlight. By the time they safely withdrew to the outskirts of their own camp, dawn was nearly breaking. The lights of the distant military camp were faintly visible, yet neither of them returned immediately.
Lu Chen took Su Qing's hand and turned into an abandoned stable on the west side of the camp. It was empty inside, with hay piled high, the air mixed with the scent left by horses and the dampness of the night dew. He pressed her against a wooden post and lowered his head to kiss her.
This time the kiss was deep and urgent.
Before Su Qing's night suit was fully undone, his hand had already reached inside, his palm pressing against her waist and moving upward. Her breathing became erratic, and she actively lifted her legs to wrap around his waist. Lu Chen chuckled lowly, picked her whole body up, walked to the haystack, and laid her down. The outer robe was spread out, and soon both of their clothes were stripped completely clean.
Moonlight couldn't penetrate inside; only the occasional sound of the night watchman's drum came from afar. Su Qing lay on the hay, watching him kneel between her legs. Lu Chen wasn't in a hurry to enter. Instead, he first lowered his head to kiss her abdomen, moving all the way down. His tongue parted her thighs, accurately taking hold of that spot and gently sucking. Su Qing's waist instantly arched up, her fingers gripping the hay beneath her, suppressed gasps escaping through her teeth.
“Lu Chen…… don’t…… so……”
He didn't stop; instead, he used his fingers together with his tongue, stirring in and out. She quickly became soaked through, her honeyed liquid dripping down his fingers. When her legs started to tremble, he finally lifted his head, wiped the corner of his mouth, and pressed his hard, hot part against the entrance.
“Look at me.” He said softly.
Su Qing opened her eyes. The next second, he entered her fully.
This thrust went deep and full. She threw her head back and let out a short, choked sob. Lu Chen didn't give her time to adjust, starting to thrust powerfully right away. The hay beneath them made faint rustling sounds, mixed with the wet sounds of flesh colliding. Each thrust went to the deepest point, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in hard. Su Qing's legs were hoisted over his shoulders, her entire lower body completely exposed, only able to passively endure each heavy impact.
“Too deep... ah...” Her voice trembled, yet she actively pushed her waist upward.
Lu Chen leaned down to kiss her, but the movements of his lower body did not lessen in the slightest. His hands kneaded her breasts, his thumbs constantly grazing her nipples. Su Qing, stimulated, continuously contracted inside, squeezing him until he gasped softly. He suddenly flipped her over, making her kneel on the hay, and entered her again from behind. This position allowed deeper penetration; each thrust made her body shift forward a bit, only to be pulled back by him again.
“Su Qing...” he bit the back of her neck, his voice hoarse, “so tight.”
She couldn't form complete sentences, only moaning intermittently. The climax came urgently and violently; her whole body shook intensely, her insides spasming in waves, still gripping him inside. Lu Chen didn't stop, continuing to thrust within the afterglow of her climax, sending her into a second wave. Only when she had almost melted into a puddle did he finally roar and release everything deep inside.
The two collapsed on the hay and panted for a long time.
Su Qing turned on her side, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his chest. Lu Chen took her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it.
“Still need it?” he asked.
She didn't speak, just lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist again.
The second time was slower and more lingering than the first. He had her sit on top of him, holding her waist as she moved up and down. Su Qing's long hair was disheveled, sweat trickling down from her collarbone. Each time she lowered herself, she went all the way down, taking him fully inside before slowly rising again. Lu Chen's palms cupped her breasts, gently kneading them in rhythm with her movements. Her breathing grew increasingly ragged until she finally quickened the pace herself, bringing herself to orgasm.
When he released inside her, the two of them held each other tightly, and neither was willing to let go first.
As dawn was about to break, they finally put their clothes back on. Su Qing's nightclothes were a bit wrinkled. Lu Chen helped her straighten the collar and reattached the soft sword to her waist. They looked at each other, and both saw lingering desire in the other's eyes.
But because he was under military orders, they could only return first to report back.
In the days that followed, such opportunities became more and more frequent.
Sometimes it was a ruined temple after a mission, sometimes a cave during patrol, sometimes even a stolen half-hour during night watch after the army had camped. Before each parting, they would devour each other clean. Su Qing gradually learned to let her voice go under him, learned to clamp her legs around his waist, learned to actively bite his shoulder when climaxing to avoid crying out too loudly.
One night, the two of them were again dispatched to investigate a hidden enemy supply point. The mission was more dangerous than ever, almost crawling right under the Liao army's eyes. When they safely withdrew, Su Qing's arm had been cut by a knife tip, blood dripping down her fingers. Lu Chen, without a word, pulled her into the nearest abandoned watchtower.
Inside, there was only a worn-out wooden bed and half a window that could still block the wind. He first treated her wound, his movements very gentle. Su Qing looked at his focused profile, suddenly reached out to grab his collar, pulled him down, and kissed him.
This time the kiss was fierce and urgent.
Clothes were roughly torn open. Lu Chen pressed her onto the wooden bed. When he entered, both gasped aloud. He held nothing back, each thrust deep and heavy. Su Qing's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels urging him on. The wooden bed groaned under the strain, mingling with wet sounds and suppressed moans. Suddenly, he pressed her legs toward her chest. This angle allowed him to go even deeper, almost hitting the most sensitive spot. Su Qing cried out, her fingers leaving red marks on his back.
When the climax hit, her whole body was trembling. Lu Chen didn't give her a chance to rest, continuing to thrust into her still-spasming insides until he too released. Streams of semen rushed into the deepest part, the heat causing her to contract lightly a few more times.
Afterward he did not withdraw immediately, but lowered his head and kissed her while still in that position. The kiss was deep, their tongues tangled together, as if he wanted to pass along every unspoken word.
“Su Qing,” he whispered against her lips, “when this battle is over...”
She looked up at him.
“We get married.”
Outside the dilapidated temple, the wind suddenly quieted for a moment. Su Qing looked into his eyes and finally curved the corners of her mouth.
“Good.”
That night, they did it two more times.
Once it was her initiative to ride on top of him, controlling the rhythm herself, with all her hair swept back so he could see her intoxicated expression; once he entered her from behind, his palm clamped tightly on her waist, fucking her until she could barely speak. After the final release, the two of them were tightly entwined, neither willing to let go first.
The sky outside the window gradually brightens.
In the distance, the faint sound of a bugle could be heard, signaling the start of a new day. They dressed again, straightened each other's swords, and walked out of the watchtower side by side.
The sword and blade are still at my side, and the enemy camp is still ahead.
But as long as we can still, after the next night reconnaissance, pin the other person beneath us or ride on top of them, exchanging away those suppressed gasps and scorching fluids——
This border pass, truly, isn't too cold.
And they both knew there would be many, many more nights like this.
The sound of the horns drew nearer, and the two had no choice but to separate.
Su Qing straightened her clothes, re-fastening the flexible sword at her waist. Lu Chen helped tuck her stray hair behind her ear, his fingertips lingering a moment longer on her earlobe. Their eyes met, unspent desire still burning in their depths, but they could only suppress it for now.
"Go back and deliver the message." he said in a low voice.
Su Qing nodded. The two of them exited the watchtower one after the other, quickly disappearing into the morning mist.
The military camp was already busy. The two separately reported to the commander the locations of the provisions and fodder they had discovered, as well as the distribution of forces. They received praise, but were immediately given new tasks—three days later the main force would launch a night raid, and more precise internal paths within the enemy camp were needed.
This means they have to explore once more.
During these three days, the two of them had almost no chance to be alone. During the day, they trained and practiced formations; at night, they took turns patrolling the camp. Occasionally, when passing by each other, Lu Chen's fingers would lightly brush against Su Qing's hand; Su Qing, when handing over a water pouch, would deliberately let her fingertips linger for half a breath longer. Those brief touches were like sparks falling on dry grass, burning so fiercely that one's heart felt hot.
The third night, at the hour of Zi.
The two set out again. This time the target was deeper in, nearly reaching the area near the Lia army’s central command tent. The mission was more dangerous than before; Su Qing’s soft sword came out of its sheath three times, and Lu Chen’s long sword was also stained with blood. By the time they withdrew with the complete route map, the eastern sky had already begun to show the pale white of fish bellies.
On the way back, neither of them spoke. They just held hands tightly, palms sweaty.
When they returned to the outskirts of their own camp, Lu Chen suddenly pulled her into a deserted arrow tower. The space inside the tower was narrow, with only a dilapidated wooden table and a half-broken window that could still block the wind. As soon as the door closed, he pinned her against the wall, kissing her deeply and fiercely.
Su Qing's response was equally intense. The night suit was quickly undone, the inner clothes followed to the ground. Lu Chen's hand directly probed between her legs, where it was already wet. His fingers slid in easily, and after a few quick thrusts, her legs went weak.
“Can't wait?” He bit her earlobe, his voice hoarse.
Su Qing didn't answer, but instead actively untied his belt, grasped the already hard and hot thing, and stroked it up and down. Lu Chen gasped lowly, lifted her whole body up, made her legs wrap around his waist, and directly thrust into her in a standing position.
This thrust went deep and full. Su Qing threw her head back and let out a suppressed sob. Lu Chen began thrusting forcefully, each time reaching the deepest point. The sound of flesh slapping and wet noises echoed in the narrow space. Su Qing's back was against the cold stone wall, but her front was burning from his body heat. She actively lifted her hips to meet him, letting him go even deeper.
“Lu Chen…… a little harder……”
He really felt heavier. His palm supported her buttocks and pressed her toward him; every impact made her body lift a little. Su Qing’s fingernails left several red marks on his back, and her cries gradually became impossible to suppress. The climax came suddenly and fiercely; her whole body shook violently, and inside she clenched tight. Lu Chen gritted his teeth and thrust in and out dozens more times before finally ejaculating all the way into the deepest place.
The two leaned against the wall in that position, gasping. Lu Chen did not pull out; he merely lowered his head to kiss her, kissing her deeply, as if he wanted to carry away all the tension and lingering fear.
“I want more.” Su Qing pressed against his lips, her voice trembling.
Lu Chen chuckled softly and placed her on the wooden table. Su Qing actively parted her legs, watching his erect member harden again. He leaned down, first using his tongue to make her wet again, then plunged his entire length inside. This time he deliberately slowed the pace, each thrust slowly reaching the deepest point before almost completely withdrawing. Su Qing, tormented by the friction, actively lifted her hips to chase him, but he held her down.
"What are you in such a hurry for?" He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, while his lower body kept up that tormentingly slow pace.
Su Qing's eyes were already misty with moisture: "You... bastard..."
He finally sped up. The wooden table let out a creaking sound as if unable to bear the strain. Su Qing’s legs were pressed up against her chest, her entire lower body fully exposed. Each time he drove into that one spot with precision, forcing her to keep tightening and keep crying out. When the second climax came, she cried as she bit his shoulder, her insides convulsing in waves. Lu Chen released at the same moment; semen surged into her in gushes, so hot that she shivered softly a few more times.
Afterward, the two of them sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. Su Qing rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles on his chest.
“A night raid in three days,” she whispered, “you and I will both be at the front.”
Lu Chen held her hand: "So, tonight we should leave a little more."
She looked up at him and suddenly straddled him. Lu Chen's erection hardened again; she guided it, slowly lowering herself until it was fully engulfed. This angle allowed her to control the pace; she moved slowly but sank all the way down each time, taking him in completely. Lu Chen's hands cupped her breasts, gently kneading them in rhythm with her movements. Sweat trickled from her collarbone, dripping onto his chest.
“Su Qing...” he called her name, his voice hoarse.
She leaned down to kiss him, but her lower body quickened its rhythm. When the third climax came, her whole body went limp on top of him, her insides tightly gripping. Lu Chen flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, and continued thrusting until he released again.
The sky was already bright.
The two put their clothes back on. Su Qing's night outfit was somewhat wrinkled; Lu Chen helped her straighten it piece by piece, then tied the soft sword back at her waist. Just before going out, he suddenly pulled her into his arms and hugged her hard.
“After the night raid ends,” he said against her ear, “we’ll get married.”
Su Qing's heart skipped a beat, then she nodded.
“Good.”
The morning light outside the arrow tower had completely spread out. The two of them retreated one after the other, quickly disappearing into the bustle of the military camp.
The night raid three days later went exceptionally smoothly.
Su Qing and Lu Chen remained at the forefront, scouting the path. Their flexible sword and longsword coordinated flawlessly. A breach was torn in the Tianmen Formation, and the Song army poured in like a tide. By the time the battle ended and the battlefield was cleared, the eastern sky was already turning pale with dawn.
The two found each other in the chaos. Lu Chen’s left arm was cut by a knife, blood soaking through his sleeve; Su Qing’s temple was also split open, and the blood had dried on her cheek. But when their eyes met, they both smiled.
"It's over," Lu Chen said.
Su Qing nodded and reached out to hold his hand.
That night, they did not return to their own tent.
Instead, he turned into the abandoned arrow tower once more. As soon as the door closed, clothes fell to the floor. This time, there was no impatience, only an almost reverent intimacy. Lu Chen laid her on his outer robe, kissing her from her forehead all the way down to her toes, then using his tongue to bring her to her first climax. Only when she was still trembling did he slowly enter her, stroke by stroke, with utmost tenderness.
Su Qing's legs were wrapped around his waist, her fingers buried in his hair. She looked into his eyes and suddenly spoke:
“Lu Chen, I’m waiting for you.”
He lowered his head and kissed her, but his lower body pressed even deeper.
“I’m waiting for you too.”
That night, they did it for a long time.
From the wooden table by the arrow tower, to the outer robe on the ground, to the final posture standing against the wall. Su Qing was sent to the peak by him again and again, her voice moving from suppressed to unrestrained, finally almost carrying a crying tone. Lu Chen came inside her three times, each time deep and hot. After the last time ended, the two of them held each other tightly, neither willing to let go first.
The sky outside the window is fully bright.
In the distance, celebratory drumbeats and cheers could be heard. The fighting had temporarily ceased, and the army began to reward merits. Su Qing and Lu Chen both received significant commendations and were granted a few days of rest.
They did not return to the central army tent.
Instead, he went directly to a quiet inn in the city and requested the innermost room. Once the door closed, the world consisted only of each other.
This time, they had a full three days.
The first night, Lu Chen pressed her against the window, entering from behind. Outside the window were the city lights, inside were suppressed gasps and the sound of wetness. Su Qing's hands braced against the window frame, her body swaying gently with his thrusts. He reached around to the front, kneading her breasts while his lower body continued its powerful, rhythmic pumping. When the climax came, her whole body went limp in his arms.
On the second night, she took the initiative and rode on top of him. Her long hair was disheveled, sweat dripping. She moved up and down on her own, adjusting the angle, bringing her most sensitive spot to his tip again and again. Lu Chen looked up at her, hands on her waist, letting her engulf him. At the climax, she cried out his name, her insides clenching so tightly he almost released immediately.
On the third night, they hardly slept.
From the bed to the floor, from the window to the desk. Su Qing was turned over and over and entered by him, each time deep and full. He would say in her ear words he absolutely would never dare to say in ordinary times, forcing her to feel both shy and thrilled; she would also take the initiative to take him into her mouth, using her tongue and oral cavity to please him until he let out a low roar and ejaculated into her mouth. The last time, he made her kneel on the bed, then slowly entered her from behind, inch by inch, grinding until she cried and begged him to go faster. When he finally sped up and fucked her into continuous orgasms, he himself only then released everything.
As dawn approached, the two collapsed onto the bed, their bodies covered in each other's scent.
Su Qing turned on her side, her fingers tracing the old scar on his chest, her voice still a bit hoarse:
“After getting married... will it be like this too?”
Lu Chen took her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it.
"Better than this."
The morning light outside the window finally flooded in.
The border wind still carried the scent of sand and blood, but in their hands, they now held each other tightly.
The sword and blade can be sheathed, and the enemy camp can be left behind.
And the intimacies after the night exploration would only become the most secretive and scorching memories of their remaining lives.
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