Chapter 737 A Night In The Reed Field

The narrow village path was shrouded in darkness. After walking for a long time without a single street lamp in sight, Blair felt that something was wrong. "Wait, which direction are we walking in?" It was too dark and she couldn't tell the direction.

Wesley said honestly, "West."

"What? But Grandpa told us not to go west!" Frightened, Blair stopped in her tracks at once.

Wesley smiled, "It'll be an adventure."

"No way! Even the elders of the village don't go exploring into the deep western mountains. I'm not going any further than this!" Blair gripped his hand tightly in fear.

"I'm with you. Don't be afraid. Even ghosts won't get close to you while I am here. You won't see anything you don't want to."

The very mention of ghosts made her jump in fright. She was more scared now than before.

"Noooo, I'm not going that way. I want to go home now!" She shook her head, turning around to go back.

Wesley locked her in his arms. "Don't run away."

"It's pitch-dark here, and we're not familiar with the village. We'll get lost," she pleaded anxiously.

They had seen a few houses scattered along the path a couple of minutes ago, but now, there were no signs of any inhabitants. They had reached a reed field now.

A gush of wind blew over the reeds. The rustling of leaves sounded ominous in the dark, silent night.

Wesley held her tight and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry. I won't go any further ahead."

"Then, let's go back to the house." She closed her eyes, not daring to look around the empty field.

He pecked a kiss on her lips and said seductively, "Honey..."

His voice sounded hoarse, full of lust. Blair had a bad feeling about where this was going. "W-what... What do you want now?"

"We have never done it on a field..." During a mission, he had once hidden himself in a field of reeds like this and had thought of Blair. The idea of having sex with her in a reed field had crossed his mind at the time. But he had shaken off the pretty picture at once since it wasn't possible then. Now that he was here, in a field of reeds, with the woman he had missed so much, how could he miss such a rare opportunity?

Blair was taken aback by his words. "Wesley, I'm warning you. You— Mmph!"

Her voice trailed off; his lips were on hers. Breaking the passionate kiss, he swiftly carried her to the patch of green land beside the reeds.

The leaves rustled violently, mingled with their moans of pleasure. Blair didn't think that Wesley had such a wild fantasy.

"Honey

s if they have a heater."

"Oh. When did you even have the time to buy and install the heater?" Blair was surprised by his efficiency. She had no idea when he did all this. He was with her most of the time.

"When you were busy calling out my name in your dreams," he teased.

Blair turned red, but she retorted relentlessly as she washed her face with the warm water, "How could that be possible? I was dreaming about Kinsley Feng last night."

'Kinsley?' Wesley frowned. "How do you know him?"

She paused and looked at him. "Sounds like you know him too."

"Just an acquaintance." He got to meet Kinsley because of Yates, but they didn't have much interaction.

Blair turned off the faucet. "Have you met him?"

"Yes." Far more than that, he had shared a tent with him at the foot of a mountain, for a whole week.

"Is he handsome in person?" she asked excitedly. In her excitement, she completely forgot to use her facial cleanser and quickly wiped her face with a towel. She then trotted closer to Wesley, eager to know more about the big star.

Wesley's face darkened. "No," he replied bluntly.

"Really? How come? He looks dashing on screen." Blair was a bit disappointed. She admired Kinsley. But if he wasn't really handsome, she might not be his fan anymore.

Poor Kinsley. He lost one of his fans at that moment.

"It's just make-up," Wesley said succinctly.

"Oh, I see." She finally remembered that she hadn't washed her face with the facial cleanser, so she turned on the faucet and washed her face one more time.

When she was finally done with her morning routine, Wesley had already chopped the firewood and also watered the vegetables.