Lu Yun: "Then you must have offered incense to the Buddha and Bodhisattvas and worshipped them, right?"

Luo Lingyu said angrily: "It makes no sense not to bow when entering a Buddhist temple. Of course I bowed."

Lu Yun looked at her with great interest: "So what did you ask for?"

Luo Lingyu was extremely calm: "Of course it means peace and prosperity for the country and the people, and that the war in the north will end soon."

Lu Yun's smile deepened, and his eyebrows slightly raised. His raised eyebrows were very attractive, which often made Luo Lingyu stare at his brow bone, wanting to cover him. Lu Yun didn't say anything, but his eyes were full of pressure. Under his gaze, Luo Lingyu held back for a while, and finally told the truth hesitantly: "...by the way, I want to marry a good husband. There is no more!"

Lu Yun: "...You are still praying to God to marry a good husband? Didn't I tell you that if you want to marry a good husband, you should pray to me instead of Buddha?" After a pause, he said, "Why are you so anxious to get married?"

Luo Lingyu thought to herself, "What's the point of asking you for help! You don't even ask to marry me, and you don't let anyone else marry me." Luo Lingyu asked back, "What's wrong with me wanting to get married? I'm old enough to get married, and there's no elder to make the decision for me. Can I make the decision myself? If someone doesn't want to get married, there must be many others who do."

Lu Yun frowned.

The early death of his parents, even though it was a long time ago, left some marks in his heart, making Lu Yun doubt about love and marriage, and making him feel that they were meaningless. If love is too deep, what is the point of losing one's responsibility? If there is no love, only responsibility, what is the meaning of marriage.

After years of psychological trauma, Lu Yun didn't like to talk about marriage so early. He seemed to have to prove something, but in fact, he himself couldn't even tell what he wanted to prove. Moreover, he felt that Luo Lingyu didn't have deep feelings for him, so it would be rash to get married right away. But Luo Lingyu always hinted at him and urged him... Lu Yun: "Marriage without love will only end in divorce. Why bother?"

Luo Lingyu retorted: "If there is love but no marriage, how can there be any security?"

The two men's faces turned pale and they stopped talking.

The oxcart was shaking slightly. The two were not sitting far away. The carriage was bumpy and Luo Lingyu's body shook and she almost fell off. Lu Yun, who was sitting diagonally opposite her, reached out and held her hand, helping her sit steadily. Luo Lingyu wanted to pull her hand away, but found that she couldn't.

After a pause, Lu Yun on the other side smiled helplessly: "Okay, I said something wrong, don't be angry."

Luo Lingyu snorted and turned away, but suddenly she felt her fingertips, which he was holding, go numb. She looked over and saw Lu Yun holding her hand, his eyelids drooping. He glanced at her, slowly lowered his head, and gently put his lips on her fingertips and kissed them.

Feathery.

The young man raised his eyes, sparks dancing, and the light was wandering. He smiled and sucked on her fingertips again: "Don't be angry, okay?"

Starting from the finger bones, Luo Lingyu felt her entire arm go numb - she felt ashamed and secretly hated herself for not being as smart as Lu Yun. He didn't even sit down, he just grabbed her hand and kissed it, but when he looked up, she felt completely fascinated, intoxicated by the look in his eyes.

The bones are all crispy.

Luo Lingyu's breathing was slightly disordered, her face turned red and she looked away in embarrassment, and tried to slap her hand again. He held it firmly, and she really couldn't move. Luo Lingyu secretly thought to herself that one day she would have to practice her skills and not be crushed by Lu Yun like this... When the two of them were tug-of-war, Lu Yun sighed softly, pulled her over, held her in his arms and sat down.

The man's breathing intertwined with hers, his voice hoarse and lost in thought: "Lingyu..."

His lips pressed against her face, a tingling sensation that seemed far and yet close. Luo Lingyu's spine stiffened, and she gritted her teeth secretly, thinking of resisting, but he held her like this, neither restraining her nor letting her leave. The right distance, the unquestionable closeness...his face was still pressed against hers.

Lust can blind one’s mind.

Beautiful women can also be lustful.

Moreover, beauties usually have higher requirements for "color" than ordinary people because they are beauties. The top beauty rubbed against her, calling her "Lingyu" in a lingering way, one after another. Luo Lingyu only saw his dark blue eyelashes covering her eyes with the corner of her eye, and she couldn't help but be infatuated and her heart was shaken.

Lu Yun's eyes were narrowed.

When he kissed her, she opened her mouth involuntarily and was gently stirred by his tongue in her mouth.

…She and he had differences in their views on marriage. But they seemed to have no real disagreement when it came to kissing and hugging.

She always enjoyed Lu Yun kissing her.

Lu Yun tilted his head and pecked her on the lips. Seeing that she resisted very perfunctorily, he deepened the kiss.

The kind of soft, gentle, and affectionate kiss that hooked his chin, forced her to look up, and then sent to her lips... Sometimes he might not be emotional, but the feeling when he kissed her was too affectionate, lips and teeth entwined, as if they would be together forever. Luo Lingyu was attached to such a strong feeling in her heart. At first, her hands were just on his sleeves. When he hugged her waist tightly, her arms had already been wrapped around his neck like vines.

Respiratory disturbances.

The cramped carriage became hot.

Summer really makes people sweat a lot.

Lu Yun's knees pushed forward and inserted between her legs. He looked down and suddenly pushed the girl down. His kisses no longer lingered on her lips and teeth, but lingered under her ears and neck. The skin under her neck was like porcelain jade, and it smelled good. He gently stroked it, and saw that she was confused and her chest was heaving, but she obviously didn't react. Lu Yun put his hand on her chest and rubbed it tentatively...

Luo Lingyu's body tensed up, and a sound escaped from her mouth: "Hmm..."

The sound was like a cat's humming, and was swallowed into the husband's stomach.

His eyes changed slightly, and his movements suddenly became fierce.

Luo Lingyu trembled: "Xuechen...Brother...no, no, no..."

Lu Yun held her hand. The girl's hand was slender, so he lowered his head and kissed her wrist. He lifted her sleeves and kissed the silver bracelet on her arm. It was a gift from him. A smile appeared in his eyes, and he kissed her more tenderly. The place was small, but his selfish desires were magnified. Sweat soaked Lu Yun's forehead. When his mouth was dry, he felt that she was the bowl of clear water in his hand. Lu Sanlang's mind was full of random thoughts, which gradually became cloudy. When he kissed her with special emotion... a little girl yawned with difficulty beside him: "Sister, third cousin, what are you doing..."