The first time in history

Ming Duo kissed Wang Zhaojun's hand, his eyes full of tenderness and love, as if he wanted to engrave her beauty in his heart forever. He gently stroked the back of her hand, feeling the delicateness and softness of her skin.

Wang Zhaojun trembled slightly, and a blush appeared on her face. She didn't dare to look directly at what was in front of her. She shyly turned her body to the side and twisted her face to the side. But she didn't withdraw her hand. The atmosphere between them became more and more ambiguous, making people intoxicated.

At this moment, a low humming sounded from a nearby sand dune. Then, another low humming sounded from another sand dune. Soon, low humming sounds continued to be heard all around.

"General," Wang Zhaojun said in horror, "there are wolves."

Qian Mingduo held Wang Zhaojun in his arms and looked around warily. He saw a group of vicious wolves slowly emerging from the darkness, their green eyes flashing with greed and cruelty. They bared their teeth, and saliva dripped from their sharp fangs.

On a sand dune not far away, sat a sturdy wolf king, with his back straight, head held high, and his eyes staring at his prey sharply.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, blowing up yellow sand all over the sky, quickly blocking the view of Qian Mingduo and the others.

Wang Zhaojun took off Qian Mingduo's robe and said loudly: "General, the wind and sand are blowing suddenly, please put on your clothes!" Qian Mingduo took the clothes and put them back on Wang Zhaojun, "I just said that I am not cold at all when I am with you. You are a girl, so you should wear it."

"General, what should we do?" Wang Zhaojun hugged Qian Mingduo tightly, her eyes revealing extreme fear.

"If there was no wind, maybe people in the camp could hear us if we shouted loudly, but with such strong wind, I don't think they could hear us."

Qian Mingduo said to Wang Zhaojun: "Zhaojun, come, hold my hand, and let's move towards the camp."

Wang Zhaojun untied her belt, tore off a large piece of her thin undergarment, handed it to Qian Mingduo, and then tore off another piece and covered her face with it. Although her vision was a little blurry, it could block the glare of the yellow sand and cover her mouth and nose.

Qian Mingduo drew his sword, handed the scabbard to Wang Zhaojun, and shouted, "Zhaojun, don't be afraid, hold the scabbard to protect yourself." He took Wang Zhaojun's hand and said, "Remember, don't let go of my hand. Let's go back together, okay?"

"Okay Zijian," Wang Zhaojun also said loudly, "I won't let go of your hand."

"What did you call me?" Qian Mingduo asked.

"Isn't your courtesy name Zijian?" Wang Zhaojun said shyly, "I'm calling you by your courtesy name!"

Qian Mingduo was extremely happy to be called "Zijian". This joy did not only come from being called in a close way by the person he loved. It also contained many complex and subtle emotions.

Qian Mingduo, a university history lecturer, knew that in the etiquette of ancient society, outsiders generally addressed men by their given names, while close friends, such as relatives, classmates, and confidants, would address them by their given names.

Especially for women, being able to address a man by his given name often implies that there is a level of familiarity and trust between the two that goes beyond the average person. They could be close friends, or they could have a special emotional bond.

This is a kind of warmth of being recognized and accepted. It seems that he occupies a special place in Wang Zhaojun's heart. And this specialness makes his heart full of sweetness.

Qian Ming held Wang Zhaojun's hand tightly, and couldn't help but raise this hand to his mouth, kissing it loudly through the underwear covering her face.

"Zijian, you look like you are gnawing on a pig's trotter." After Wang Zhaojun said this, she burst into laughter first.

At this moment, two green eyes like light bulbs rose from the dust. Just before they were about to land, Qian Mingduo kicked them hard between the eyes. The wolf let out a scream and turned to flee.

"Zhaojun" Qian Mingduo shouted: "Pig's trotters are delicious, but not as delicious as your hands!" The two of them were in such a dangerous situation, still joking, while moving towards the camp with difficulty against the wind and sand.

"Zijian, do you think pig's trotters are divided into front and back trotters? If so, what should the front trotters be called? And what should the hind trotters be called?"

Before Qian Mingduo could answer Wang Zhaojun's words, he vaguely felt a sneaky light behind Wang Zhaojun. He grabbed Wang Zhaojun's hand and pulled her into his arms, then swept the sword in his hand across.

Just as Qian Mingduo retracted his sword, a black shadow suddenly jumped up from the ground and pounced on the two of them. Qian Mingduo didn't have time to think and smashed the light with the hilt of his sword. With a miserable cry, the black shadow disappeared in an instant.

"I think the front hooves of a pig should be called pig's trotters." The two continued to move towards the camp, and Qian Mingduo shouted loudly: "The hind hooves of a pig should be called pig's trotters, don't you think so?"

"Yes, I think it's right," Wang Zhaojun also shouted loudly.

"So what you said just now was that when I kissed your hand it was like chewing a pig's trotter, that's not right, is it?"

"I don't want to tell you, right!" Wang Zhaojun said coquettishly.

"Wash your feet clean one day and let me eat your pig's trotters!" Qian Mingduo put his head as close to Wang Zhaojun's ear as possible and said loudly with laughter.

"Ah..." Wang Zhaojun screamed as a piece of dead wood was blown over her head by the strong wind.

"What's wrong?" Qian Mingduo asked anxiously.

"It was like a branch passed over my head."

"Zhaojun, let's not talk for now. Let's have a good chat when we get back to the camp, okay?" Qian Mingduo observed his surroundings carefully.

"Okay Zijian, let's talk when we get back!" The word "Zijian" made Qian Mingduo involuntarily tighten his grip on Wang Zhaojun's hand.

They marched for a long time with difficulty, but still did not return to the camp. Judging from the distance between them and the camp, they should have reached the camp long ago.

Qian Mingduo secretly groaned in his heart, they must have lost their way.

At this moment, the raging wind seemed to be suddenly strangled by an invisible giant hand and stopped abruptly, leaving only a startling silence.

Qian Mingduo took off his underwear from his face and stuffed it into his waist. He quickly looked around and his heart suddenly tightened.

Several vicious wolves were slowly approaching them, only about ten meters away.

"Zijian," Wang Zhaojun pointed at a few sparse campfires in the distance, "We are lost, and we are getting farther and farther away from the camp."

"Yes, we are lost." Qian Mingduo found that behind these evil wolves, there was another group of evil wolves with dim light flashing. There were probably more than ten or twenty of them. "Not only are we lost, but we are also surrounded by wolves."