After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Chapter 37.2

After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up Chapter 37.2

Mu Heng leaned down and brushed the boy's hair away from the other party’s eyes with his fingertips.

Shi An’s slight breath fell on his gloves, leaving behind a layer of light white mist. Although there was a layer of cloth specially made for battle between them, Mu Heng seemed to be able to feel the itch that seemed to be both real and illusory. His thick gloves quietly rested on the other’s skin, causing a hidden irritability in his heart.

Zhuo Fu's explanation flashed subconsciously in Mu Heng's mind.

...A princess?

Dragons and princesses were both involved.

What was his role in this role play?

An absurd answer emerged.

Mu Heng felt that his heart was in turmoil.

At this moment, Wen Yao's cautious voice came from behind, "Sir, what are your next orders?"

Mu Heng came back to his senses immediately.

As if to hide something, he stood up abruptly, pulled back, and stood half a meter away, as if the unconscious boy in front of him were some kind of dangerous beast.

"The dragon should no longer be nearby. Let the technical members waiting outside come in and search the entire cave carefully, without missing any information."

The man returned to his previous indifference, and all his emotional fluctuations were deeply hidden under that inhumane cold appearance. He calmly and rationally ordered,

"Contact headquarters, we need support here."

Wen Yao: "Yes Sir!"

She turned around, but before taking a few steps, she turned back and asked, "Sir, do I need to contact the medical team stationed in the camp?"

Mu Heng subconsciously looked down at the young man in front of him, then quickly withdrew his gaze,

"Hm, yes."

Wen Yao hesitated for a few seconds and said, "That...er… sir, the stretcher probably won’t be here for a while. Should we move Shi An away from there?"

The ground was full of melted snow, which had already soaked into Shi An's clothes.

The temperature here was extremely low, and the originally melting snow was freezing at an extremely fast speed. Shi An’s face was pale and blue, his lips bloodless, and he seemed to be shivering immensely.

Wen Yao had a good impression of this handsome, well-behaved, polite young man. Seeing him like this, she couldn't bear it.

She looked at Mu Heng, and when her gaze came into contact with his cold and tense face, she seemed to suddenly realize something,

"I understand that you don't want to have too much physical contact with people. I'll deal with this matter..."

Unexpectedly, Mu Heng didn't even think about it and interrupted her directly,

"No, you still have a mission."

Wen Yao was taken aback.

Although she did have a mission, but... it wasn’t so immediate, right?

Although Wen Yao was full of doubt, since Mu Heng had already spoken, she hurriedly turned around and left.

After all, Wen Yao believed that no matter what, the chief would not let the victim lie in ice water. He would probably order someone else to do it after she left.

Mu Heng retracted his gaze.

He stared at the young man in front of him for a few seconds, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he took a few steps forward, shortened the distance between them, and bent down to carry him.

In his sleep, Shi An felt the warmth emanating from the other’s body, and he shrank towards Mu Heng's arms.

He arched his velvety head over the man's chest, as if trying to rub himself into the other's clothes.

Mu Heng's body stiffened slightly.

——He couldn't help but remember the last time he found Shi An unconscious in a cave.

At that time, the other party was also like this, snuggling into his arms as if Shi An were afraid of the cold.

The only difference is that at that time, the other party barely had any clothes on.

Although they were separated by his gloves and coat, he could still vaguely feel the soft and pliable texture of the boy's waist. To him, who didn't like physical contact, it was as uncomfortable as a branding iron, and he wanted to throw Shi An down immediately and leave.

However, since only he was around at that time, Mu Heng couldn't leave Shi An alone in that dangerous area, so he had to bring the other party out as quickly as possible.

This time was obviously much better than last time.

At least Shi An was wearing thick layers. If Mu Heng really wanted to, he could direct others to carry Shi An or put the boy down in a drier, nearer place.

But for some unknown reason, Mu Heng felt more upset than last time.

The boy in his arms was trembling.

Although the clothes were thick, the unconscious tremors of the slender limbs were clearly transmitted. It was almost like Shi An was some kind of small animal with wet fur, subconsciously burrowing into the arms of people, shivering and relying on instinct to absorb warmth.

Mu Heng lowered his eyes and looked into his arms.

During his brief distraction, Shi An seemed to have finally found the most suitable position.

He curled up his whole body and nestled in comfortably. The picture was just missing him wrapping his tail around the other's waist.

Although his skin was still bloodless and his lips were pale, his frowning brows finally loosened a little.

Half of his face was buried in Mu Heng’s clothes, revealing only his smooth jaw and beautifully shaped lips. With his eyel, looking lipids shut, his eyelashes cast fantastic shadows on his face, making the whole image seem like some kind of fragile art.

Mu Heng's eyes paused slightly.

Inexplicably, Zhuo Fu’s inappropriate joke rang in his ears again.

The act of saving a life cannot be repaid, unless...?