Liu Mu likes Luo Lingyu!

In Lu Erlang's dream, Liu Mu also married Luo Lingyu!

Lu Yun was filled with jealousy, but he could not express his pain in words or make it clear, for fear that the two would really fall in love.

So frustrating!

You have to endure it!

If there was anyone else who was more trustworthy, Lu Yun would want Liu Mu to get lost and not hang around in front of Luo Lingyu.

…

Lu Yun and Liu Mu were secretly competing with each other, and what they showed was that they were particularly considerate of Luo Lingyu. Whenever there was a chance, he would quietly make some intimate gestures with Luo Lingyu in front of others, holding hands was a normal thing, and he would even take the opportunity to feed Luo Lingyu mouthful by mouthful during meals.

Liu Mu's face darkened, he snorted coldly, and turned away.

Luo Yan: “……?”

After being surprised, he seemed to realize something, but he could only pretend not to know. When he looked at Luo Lingyu, Luo Yan sighed: Who could have thought that the little girl when she was a child would grow up to be so attractive to men? However, it is normal for Yu'er to be so lively and clever, sweet-mouthed and skillful, and be liked by others.

Luo Lingyu was flattered and enjoyed Lu Yun's affectionate treatment for several days. As the war situation became more and more serious, after the plan was discussed, Lu Yun came to her and told her about his guess about the crisis in the dream.

There were few stars that night and fog rose in the mountains.

Luo was clever and clever. She was studying a blueprint, thinking about how to give the soldiers warmer clothes and how to get the noble families in Nanyang to give her money. As Lu Yun talked about this slowly, her heart went empty and her hand was pierced by a needle. But she didn't notice it at all and said, "Great! Now that I know why you will die, let someone else do it."

Let others die.

Lu Yun squatted down, wrapped her hand with a handkerchief, and shook his head. Seeing his expression, Luo Lingyu's heart sank and her face turned pale. As expected, Lu Yun was nonchalant: "The best way to deal with a crisis is to deal with it, not to avoid it. You can never escape. If you take a step back, you will take ten steps back. I will not take the path of escape."

He briefly told her about his plan, just to reassure Luo Lingyu: "...I have so many arrangements, I will not die. Trust me, Lingyu."

Luo Lingyu's eyes narrowed and she abruptly pulled her hand away.

Her face was gloomy, and she stood up to leave. Lu Yun had expected her to do this, and he stood up with her, holding her in his arms. Luo Lingyu had also expected this, and she turned around and hit her chest with one hand, shaking all over: "You are so noble! I am a cautious person who can't show up in public! I just don't care about the life and death of others, I just care about you. You think I am selfish, right..."

"No, no," Lu Yun hugged her and tried to comfort her. He bent down to kiss her face but she dodged him. He said, "I know you only care about me. I'm happy in my heart..."

Luo Lingyu's eyelashes were stained with tears, and she choked up: "What's the point of you being happy? You're still going to die."

Lu Yun laughed: "That's right. Brother hasn't married you yet, and hasn't had children and grandchildren yet, so how could he be willing to die? I've already said that I won't lie to you about life and death in the future, but you see, you're not happy when I tell you the truth. Hey, Lingyu, Lingyu..."

He sighed and rubbed the unhappy girl. He inserted his hands into her fluffy hair, and leaned down to touch her face, letting her look into his focused eyes.

Lu Yun sighed: "Lingyu, Lingyu..."

One sound after another, soft, gentle, and lingering. Just like this, his breath lingered, his whispers were soft, and his eyes were full of love. The girl in his arms felt a shiver in her spine, her blood boiled, and her face turned red.

Luo Lingyu pouted: "Calling for the soul!"

Lu Yun laughed and pecked her on the lips, but they separated immediately.

After a light touch, Luo Lingyu suddenly raised her eyes, stood on tiptoe, hugged his neck, and kissed him passionately. Her sudden passion made her husband tremble heavily, and he hissed hoarsely, tightening his arms around her waist. He could not help but let out a "hmm", the sound was like passing through sand. Lu Yun stepped back and leaned against the pillar in the tent.

He raised his hand to cover the back of her head.

Not too fast, not too slow, with his fingers bent, pressing her hair.

…

The air in the mountains was getting colder, and the guards were rotated according to the time. A full moon was shining high in the sky, and the cold light was blown in by the wind through the gaps in the felt curtains, falling faintly on the cheeks of the young man and woman leaning on each other.

The water still flows, the peach blossoms still look beautiful.

That suppressed, affectionate, trembling kiss.

Then you chase me and I cling to you until death. Then I am silent and suck with a faint sound.

The fire on the stove in the tent was burning, the flames soaring, and also burning in the hearts of the two. His sleeves fell on her cheeks like flowing clouds, and the red of her cheeks dyed his sleeves pink. From standing at the beginning, to being unable to control his emotions, to taking off his clothes and outer clothes, and falling on the bed.

The girl's long hair was flowing like a waterfall. Her eyes were red and her eyes were charming. She entangled him like a vine and hugged him. When he raised his head, she kissed his neck; when he pulled away, she looked for his lips.

A crow crowed outside, awakening General Lu Yun from his confused mind.

He suddenly woke up and saw what the two were doing. He grabbed the girl's round shoulders and turned his face away, not daring to look any further. In this situation, he had been longing for her since he first saw her naked by accident. However, however... Lu Yun said in a hoarse voice: "No! Lingyu, get up, stop teasing me..."

Luo Lingyu hugged him and rubbed him. With a smile in her eyes, she cunningly slipped into his hot and stiff arms, raised her head and licked his chin: "No, I want to seduce you."

She climbed up, pressed her head against his, and bit his lips. She was like a goddess from Wushan who had entered his dream, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairy and a demon. Lu Yun's desire grew stronger, and although he said no, his eyes were burning brightly, and his hand caressed the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist.

Smooth and fragrant, like butter and snow.

The girl smiled and said, "Brother Xuechen, do you think I don't know? You never touch me because you're afraid that I'll be pregnant with your child and get caught up in the war, unable to protect myself, and you can't protect me either. Humph, then I have to make love with you and have your child. If you're gone, I'll be bullied to death by those wolves."