He flipped them over and pressed Chang Geng in his arms, he suddenly found that no wonder the ancients said that tenderness was a hero's grave — holding a loved one in the cold winter days, there was no need to be in such places as the Marquis' Manor or the palace, as long as there was a small bedroom in an ordinary residential courtyard, with a brazier enough to warm the wine, his bones had all gone soft. Let alone fight, he did not even want to enter the court.

This time, the kiss seemed to be different from the parting between life and death on the city wall. It was not so desperate, hopeless, and fierce. A corner of Gu Yun's heart suddenly collapsed, creating the softest spot. He thought to himself, From now on, he is my man.

After a long moment, both of their breathing had become somewhat erratic, Gu Yun raised his hand and turned the steam lamp, touching Chang Geng's face, he said, "You have already become exhausted on the way here, let's not tease me anymore today. Be good and have a well-rested sleep, alright?"

Chang Geng caught his hand.

Gu Yun kissed his face and said with a joke, "There will be plenty of other opportunities to deal with you in the future, let's sleep."

Chang Geng: "..."

This seemed a little different from what he had expected — but he was indeed too tired. These days, with emotions rising up and down irregularly, worn down both mentally and physically, it had not taken long for him to drift off.

Gu Yun only took a little nap. Just after the fourth period, he got up and started to put on his clothes. If Chang Geng hadn't come, these days, he had been working non-stop throughout the night.

Checking the supplies in the city, how much Ziliujin was still available, how to distribute the troops and how to fight... a lot of arrangements that needed to be looked over by the commander, not to mention the "creating a rift" strategy. Do not be mistaken at how easy he had made it sound; the real effort still lay in the finer details. Before the battle, one more preparation would gain them one more chance to win — although the sound of Marshal Gu's flute was extremely lethal, but to besiege the city of thousands of men, if only relying on the Northwest flower to show his beauty and the 'demonic sound piercing the ear' to make the enemy retreat, the means were too simple.

Gu Yun looked down at Chang Geng who was already in a deep sleep, and saw that just as Miss Chen had said, his sleep was not at all peaceful.