Countless warm currents converged into a river in Zhao Linger's body.

The water in the river washed away the coldness from Zhao Linger's body.

So comfortable...

An unknown amount of time passed until Zhao Linger felt that her body was getting a little hot, and then she slowly spoke.

"Young Master, that's enough. My constitution is a bit cold. If you don't stop, I will be stuffed to death."

Only when Zhao Linger said this did Zhang Wuji take his hand away.

Zhang Wuji asked, "Miss Zhao, do you feel warmer inside now?"

Zhao Linger blushed and said, "It's warm. I've never felt so comfortable in my life."

Zhang Wuji said: "It's good that it has eased up. It's really hard for you. You are a woman who is rich enough to rival a country, but you insist on suffering with me. We have been marching these days and sleeping wherever we go. We don't even have a bed."

"You have suffered so much. Sometimes I think that maybe I am really not worthy of your efforts."

Zhao Linger quickly said: "Sir, your words are too polite. I do all this voluntarily. As long as you have me in your heart, I can endure any hardship."

As soon as she said this, Zhao Linger immediately realized that what she had said might have been too sudden.

In this case, what's the difference between this and directly confessing your feelings?

Zhao Linger's face instantly turned red with shame. She thought to herself, "Damn it, what should I do? Even if Zhang Wuji is a fool, he can understand the meaning of those words just now. What should I do if he directly rejects me?"

Zhao Linger hoped that Zhang Wuji would not reject her, or at least not say those words that would keep her at a distance.

Zhao Linger was determined to follow Zhang Wuji. As long as he didn't say anything too heartless, she would continue to follow him with a shameless face.

But if he really rejected me outright, what should I do?

Zhang Wuji was not a fool, he also understood the meaning of Zhao Linger's words just now.

As for Zhao Linger, Zhang Wuji also had a bit of shameless mentality in his heart.

After all, Zhao Linger is so beautiful, and she has incomparable dignity and nobility. It would be absolutely false to say that she has no evil thoughts at all.

But now Zhang Wuji didn't know how to say anything directly. After all, Zhou Zhiruo was still by his side. For some things, he needed at least her nod before he could continue.

Zhang Wuji said with a little embarrassment: "Miss Zhao, the martial arts I just instilled into your body is called the Nine Yang Manual. I will find time to pass it on to you. There is a lot of coldness in your body. If you are willing to practice it, I can completely adjust the coldness in your body."

Zhao Linger knew that Zhang Wuji was trying to change the subject, but it was also good that Zhang Wuji did so. At least he did not directly reject her in public.

Zhao Linger could only continue the conversation on this topic.

"Sir, the Nine Yang Manual is a unique martial art that has been lost in the martial arts world for many years. Would you be willing to give it to me like this?"

Zhang Wuji said: "They are just material possessions, why are you reluctant to give them up? Compared with what you have paid for me, these little things are simply not worth mentioning."

…

After chatting for a while, the two of them returned to Zhou Zhiruo.

After all the trouble just now, it is now bright outside.

The red sun has just risen. At this moment, the sun is the most beautiful, bright but not dazzling.

…

Zhang Wuji has already started organizing his troops, and they will set off in a moment.

According to Zhang Wuji's budget, the next battle they will fight will be to attack Hanzhong.

While Zhang Wuji was organizing the team, Zhou Zhiruo said to Zhao Linger beside him: "Sister, you were crying so sadly just now, why are you smiling like this now?"

Zhao Linger was stunned for a moment: "Laugh, did I laugh?"

Zhou Zhiruo said: "Women are far less cunning than men. Men sometimes hide their emotions, but women are different."

"Everything about a woman is written on her face, and unless she is extremely cunning, it is difficult to hide it."

Zhao Linger rolled her eyes at Zhou Zhiruo: "What do you want? Do I need your permission to cry or laugh?"

Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said, "How can I have the qualifications to control your emotions? I just want to ask, did you feel comfortable when my man held your hand just now?"

Zhao Linger's face changed instantly: "Did you see everything just now?"

Zhou Zhiruo said: "As a woman, how can I easily take my eyes off my man."

Zhao Linger came up with an idea. She said with a wicked smile, "Did your man take advantage of me just now?"

"Take advantage of you?" Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said, "Put away your little thoughts. I have known Zhang Wuji ten years ago. I only need to look at him to know what he is thinking."

"He just passed on a little bit of the Nine Yang Manual to you. I won't be jealous of such a small thing."

After seeing that her thoughts were exposed, Zhao Linger made up her mind and decided not to pretend anymore.

Zhao Linger first glanced at Zhang Wuji in the distance, and when she saw that he was not looking at her, Zhao Linger spoke directly to Zhou Zhiruo.

"Sister, you are a smart woman. I believe you have already seen some things. I am interested in your man and I like him very much. What do you plan to do?"

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