Jinyue smiled secretly, nodded, and waved to the busy maids in the room to go out. The footsteps of the maids were mixed, and it was impossible for Sanlang to hear who came in and who went out.

Jin Yue said, "Okay, I'll pack up for you. But you only remember going to the government office, but not our cousin? You really don't want to see Mr. Fan?"

Lu Yun coughed and said calmly, "Make an appointment with that Fan Lang. Let's meet him today."

Jinyue pretended to be surprised: "Why do you want to see him?"

Lu Yun: “You’re asking even though you already know the answer!”

Jinyue chuckled and went about her business, not saying anything more. She looked at Luo Lingyu, whose eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her eyes were full of joy.

Being embarrassed by Jinyue's gaze, Luo Lingyu stood outside the tent, covering her cheeks with a smug smile, and patted her hot face. In fact, she came to Lu Yun because she was anxious and shamelessly hoped that Lu Yun would help her solve Fan Qingchen's forced marriage. She thought about it and realized that it was impossible to reconcile. The only way to make Fan Qingchen back off was for Lu Yun to join in, express his love to her, and propose marriage to Luo's family...

cough.

Luo Lingyu felt that Lu Yun would not agree.

They would also laugh at her for being "arrogant".

But she still came, taking a deep breath - no matter how he scolded her, she would not get angry, even if it was fake, she had to make Fan Lang admit defeat. She had to force Lu Yun to agree to help her! They had kissed and hugged each other, so what was wrong with him helping her to block peach blossoms? It was just using power to suppress others, she was so beautiful and talented, he would not suffer any loss.

Lu Yun turned his head and heard a voice outside the tent: "Who's outside?"

Luo Lingyu: “……!”

Jinyue quickly came to the rescue: "My dear, it's me. I brought your clothes over."

Jinyue ran over and handed the neatly folded clothes to Luo Lingyu. The clothes were filled with a warm fragrance, and holding them was like smelling the breath of Lu Yun. Luo Lingyu's face flushed, and under Jinyue's urging gaze, she gritted her teeth and went in with her husband's clothes. As soon as she entered, she saw Lu Sanlang's loose shirt slightly open, his hands on his knees, his long hair loose, and a gauze covering his eyes.

Just sitting there leisurely.

The personal maid naturally had to change the man's clothes.

Luo Lingyu thought so as a matter of course. She was extremely thick-skinned. After a slight pause, she spread out her robe and leaned over to put it on the man who was sitting quietly on the couch in deep thought.

Lu Yun: “……?!”

Where did this ignorant maid come from? How did Jinyue train the newcomer?

The most annoying thing in his life was a woman touching him. The moment the maid put on her clothes, Lu Yun grabbed her slender wrist with his backhand and was about to throw her out. His force was so strong that when he grabbed her wrist, the girl screamed. When she screamed, Lu Yun was immediately startled. He pulled back the force that had thrown her out, but he couldn't control it freely, so he had to suffer the backlash of his internal energy before he could pull her back.

He hugged her so tightly that he pushed her down onto the couch.

Lu Yun lowered his head and touched her face with his hand, and asked in surprise: "Lingyu?"

Without thinking, he lowered his head and his hand touched her skin which was slightly exposed under her collar. It was plump, smooth and warm, and his fingertips were full of fragrance.

Lu Yun: “…”

Luo Lingyu: “…”

Chapter 67

On a bamboo-matted couch in the summer, the man half-pressed and half-hugged the girl in his arms. He looked down with his eyes covered with gauze, and his long hair, which was only half tied up, fell down, black as silk, with a slightly prickly end, on Luo Lingyu's face. He inadvertently put his hand on her open collar - the clothes were thin in the summer, and he just grabbed it and touched the warm skin that his palm should not touch.

The semicircle bulged under his palm like a snow-covered mountain.

She shivered slightly again, and her cool skin became warm. The smooth touch made Lu Sanlang involuntarily lean forward, and lean forward again... and rubbed her gently with his fingers.

Luo Lingyu shuddered, bit her teeth in his arms, and trembled.

Lu Yun's fingers froze. Even though he couldn't see, or perhaps because he couldn't see, he guessed that he had touched her breasts. Lu Yun tilted his head slightly: She didn't even try to hide. What did that mean?

Lu Sanlang didn't move his hands away, but he didn't rub them anymore. His slender and powerful fingers just went into her collar a little bit, and pressed steadily on her chest. His hair fell on her face, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up. So proud, so understanding, so playful, so mocking... Luo Lingyu blushed, guessing that he must be laughing at her in his heart for teasing him again.

After all, he can't see, but she can.

Luo Lingyu froze, feeling ashamed and annoyed, but she had to continue. She could have scolded him for being rude and asked him to let her go. But wasn't she coming to him today to make him confront Fan Lang? Wasn't the best way to do this to get him to marry her? Since she wanted Lu Yun to sacrifice his reputation to fulfill her decision to break off the engagement, she naturally had to give Lu Yun some benefits... but it was a pity that her image in his heart had become even worse.

Being pressed on the couch by her husband, Luo Lingyu symbolically struggled twice. Lu Sanlang leaned over her, his breath floating on her neck. He silently judged her attitude, their necks touching, their cheeks gently pressed, her skin and fragrance lingering between his lips and nose. He put his hand on her chest, thinking that the touch of his hand should be like solidified fat, and also like the "soft" that she often gave him to eat.

Milky, lingering, sticky and fresh.

Lu Yun's knuckles lightly bent, and he applied a little force. He smelled the fragrance in her hair and neck, she trembled slightly, her breath trembling. Lu Yun paused, and uncontrollably wanted to tear off the gauze covering her eyes. He wanted to see with his eyes, to see what the beauty under him looked like at this moment——

It should be like the crabapple tree sleeping in spring.

Lazy, frivolous, seductive. Elegant makeup, beautiful skin.

Lu Yun's fingers pressed harder and rubbed her hard. The beautiful woman in his arms immediately shivered and whimpered again. The last sound was trembling, like a thread, hooking onto Lu Yun's heart, circling around like a shuttle, wrapping around his iron heart tightly, making it almost impossible to breathe.