Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 421 - 421 421 Departure (Extra Monthly Ticket)

?Chapter 421: Chapter 421 Departure (Extra Monthly Ticket) Chapter 421: Chapter 421 Departure (Extra Monthly Ticket) Until he held her wrist, motionless, she stared at him, unable to shift her gaze away.

Her heart suddenly pounded against her chest.

His dark eyes moved across her face, lingering on her lips and refusing to leave.

“Sleep for a while,” he said calmly.

Bai Xiao’s mind went blank; An Zhiyuan stretched languidly in the cramped space, and then his head lay next to hers against the mud wall of the trench. He kept his voice low, meant only for her ears.

Despite the presence of others and the surrounding noise, she intensely felt as though lying here with him alone, an intimacy that was hard to believe.

She could even smell the warmth of his skin and feel the steady, strong beat of his heart.

“Stop thinking,” he whispered, a finger touching her forehead. “It’ll be over in a moment. Sleep.”

Warmth gradually climbed up, and drowsiness followed suit.

Unconsciously, Bai Xiao had snuggled close to his arm, her hand tightly clutching his clothes, drawing warmth from his body.

She tiredly opened her eyes and saw An Zhiyuan’s head next to hers.

She had no confusion whatsoever, immediately knowing where she was and whose side she was sleeping on; she didn’t realize when she had intimately leaned her head on An Zhiyuan’s shoulder, their heads almost touching each other.

An Zhiyuan quickly awakened due to a sound, his soldier’s vigilance making him scan the surroundings. Seeing her gentle gaze, An Zhiyuan smiled, the curve of his lips clearly visible in the darkness, a warmth and emotion evident in his expression.

“We need to depart now!” An Zhiyuan checked his watch and then told Bai Xiao.

He swiftly went to notify the others.

The wounded weren’t carried on stretchers this time, the path being slippery and treacherous. If they didn’t want accidents, they had to carry the wounded on their backs.

This time, An Zhiyuan still arranged Bai Xiao and Liu Yun in the middle of the group, instructing Bai Xiao to stay close right behind him. Everybody else was already geared up and ready to move, each feeling light without the need to carry supplies.

Except for the two wounded who needed to be carried in turns by several people.

An Zhiyuan carried Li Gaoshan, doing his best to minimize any further injury to his wounds, although unbeknownst to others, Li Gaoshan’s wounds had almost healed.

Another team member, determined to protect their captain to the death, was one of the two who had descended the mountain with An Zhiyuan. They carried another wounded man who had lost a leg; everyone silently walked out of the trench.

Bai Xiao glanced at the cloudy sky, pleased that the weather tonight was cool rather than hot.

It would have been nicer to have a full moon, but her eyes had long adapted to the dark, and the sky wasn’t completely black. Her vision wasn’t good enough to move around, but at least she could distinguish shapes and shadows. As long as nothing moved and there were no footsteps, she wouldn’t be afraid.

They quickly reached the riverbank; it was a rapid stream with a rocky bed, though it was called a small river.

But the greatest advantage here was the cover, and the riverbank wasn’t too high. The highest part of the bank was only three meters, but it was only two meters on the eastern side, and the slope was gentler, making it possible to descend without rappelling.

The transporters used daggers to dig footholds in the ground; they practically walked straight down the hill.

She followed closely behind An Zhiyuan; even though she couldn’t see him, she knew that the person in front was him.