"I am just a weak little woman in this chaotic world... If you know what happened, just watch me being bullied to death."

She was delicate and weak, about to cry, and she nestled in the crotch of his neck, deliberately making trouble.

Lu Yun tightened his grip on her slender wrist, and she yelled again: "Brother, you hurt me!"

Lu Yun: “…”

He sighed and laughed, but the fire in his eyes could not be extinguished.

It was really terrible...When her number increased, he was completely defeated and couldn't bear it...Lu Yun turned over and pressed her under him. As he kissed her, he panted and said, "I said I wouldn't die, so I won't die! You idiot!"

Luo Lingyu: “…” He actually called her an idiot!

She immediately groaned and flirted with him, which seemed to take away half of his life. He suddenly felt weak, and suddenly excited, staring at her with dark and deep eyes.

…

Make love.

The yellowed books were thrown on the ground, the candles and the fire in the stove were extinguished, and the night was extremely noisy.

The pinewood brocade mattress was thrown to the ground, and all the items on the bed were swept off. She was afraid of being heard by people outside, so she suppressed her voice and dared not scream. She was sweating and shaking all over. Every time the girl couldn't help but moan, she was blocked by her man's mouth. But their lips and teeth were hooked, and the kiss gradually turned to the ambiguous level.

He really likes her.

Love her waist.

Her legs.

Her breasts.

He was so fascinated that he could not help but indulge in it. He was not as self-assured as Lu Saburo in his daily life.

The night always reveals the deepest thoughts in people's hearts, and his thought is her. In the midst of the strong wind and heavy rain, he hugged her tightly, listened to her crying, listened to her begging for mercy, and how excited he was in his heart——

It's not a lie that I want to be with her till death.

He has grown up to like this kind of fairy.

But Luo Lingyu was worried. When she woke up in the morning, her cheeks were full of spring and her hair was scattered on the pillow. The girl was leaning on the bed, breathing listlessly, her shoulders were bruised and purple, and her arms were numb and she couldn't lift them. She lay on the bed with resentment, watching Lu Yun get up in the dim light, staring at the scratches on his back that were obviously made by a woman. She saw that his back was smooth with only scratches, like footprints on a snowy mountain. Luo Lingyu looked at it and became happy again.

Seeing him put on his clothes and was about to slip out before dawn, Luo Lingyu snorted, "Eat and drink, and then just turn around and leave. Prostitutes still have to pay for sex. You don't give me anything for my money."

Lu Yun paused.

Turning back, he smiled, his eyes were as brilliant as stars, rippling over the lake: "Who did you feed your brother's sperm to?"

Luo Lingyu threw a pillow at him: "... hooligan!"

Lu Yun laughed softly and threw the pillow back at her. When he was about to leave, Luo Lingyu called him back. Luo Lingyu was behind him: "Lu Xuechen!"

Lu Yun: “Hmm?”

Luo Lingyu was silent for a moment, and said softly, "Don't turn your head. Listen to me. I'm afraid that if you turn your head, I will want to cry. I just want to tell you... I can be a widow to other men, but I won't be a widow to you. Do you understand?"

Lu Yun's heart trembled. He was so smart, how could he not understand. He was always different in her heart... love, hate, and ruthlessness.

He said hoarsely: "I understand. Don't worry."

…

That was the last tender moment between Luo Lingyu and Lu Yun before he left. After that, he was busy arranging things, and Luo Lingyu also had backup things to do, so the two of them never had time to talk to each other again. Occasionally, they exchanged glances, and their affection was lingering, which made Luo Yan and Liu Mu uncomfortable - the feeling between the two of them was so vague and distant that no one else could interfere.

On the day of the winter solstice, when yin and yang exchange, everything dies and becomes silent, and the cycle begins again. Lu Yun, with a vanguard team, left the Funiu Mountains under the cover of the Wei generals and the troops of the King of Hengyang, and quietly sneaked into the northern country, vowing to rescue people.

Luo Lingyu stood on the top of the mountain, watching and seeing them off, her skirt and clothes fluttering in the wind.

Since they wanted to hide from the enemy, they naturally couldn't see the whereabouts of Lu Yun's team on the top of the mountain. After watching for a while, she turned around and went down the mountain to continue to take care of the military backup affairs. In Lu Erlang's dream, did she chase him, did she wait for him, did the two of them go further and further away in the blink of an eye...

Destiny is changing quietly, it moistens everything silently at first, but then it becomes as powerful as a torrent that sweeps across!

…

Lu Yun and the vanguard soldiers reached Luoyang. As Luo Yan had suggested, the enemy was heavily guarded and it was difficult to get in. They finally entered the city, but they also dispersed in twos and threes. The fire and medicine master was imprisoned in the residence of the Luoyang governor. They asked around and learned that the Luoyang governor was known for his love of beautiful women.

However, the prefect loved beautiful women, but the beautiful woman trembled in fear and dared not enter the prefect's mansion.

Apart from the soldiers who reported in and out every day, the only people allowed into the prefect's mansion were the singing girls and dancers selected by the prefect.

Everyone was upset: "We are not familiar with the North Country, where can we find beautiful women? My dear, what do you think we should do?"

Could they, with so few people, force their way in and rescue people?

Lu Yun stroked his chin and said nonchalantly: "She's just a beauty, what's the problem?"

Crowd: ...What a big tone! If you didn't know, you would think they really brought a beauty!

But the prefect wanted an extraordinary beauty. How could an ordinary beauty catch his eye? As for that kind of stunning beauty, pardon their words. In all these years, they had only seen one like Lu Sanlang's fiancée, Miss Luo... Lu Sanlang would never let his fiancée get involved in such a mess.

Soon, they found out they were wrong.

They followed Lu Sanlang and went into a random singing and dancing house. Lu Sanlang asked them to wait. People dispersed and gathered in groups of three or four, eating melon seeds and discussing how to sneak into the prefectural government. Suddenly, a man was patted on the shoulder from behind.

The man turned around and screamed. The others were alerted and turned around one after another, and then they were all shocked: standing in front of them was a tall, cold-looking beauty. The beauty had cloud-like hair and a beautiful face, and she wore light clothes and a slow belt. Her eyes were so arrogant and indifferent. She was a bit stern and a bit charming, and the contradictory temperament made her look very cold and beautiful.