"My strength is as great as the mountains, and my spirit is as unparalleled as the world... Yu Xi, Yu Xi, what can I do?"
"...The king has lost his spirit, so what is the point of living for this humble concubine?"
"Your Majesty, please protect..."
"Yuji, we'll see you in the next life."
Surrounded by ambushes and enemies on all sides, the mighty and domineering man looked sad. He looked back in a certain direction for the last time, and then resolutely committed suicide by the river.
When Yu Miaoyi witnessed the tragic scene, her heart was broken and she burst into tears.
"No! Your Majesty! Don't..."
"Miao Yi? Miao Yi!"
Xiang Yu was awakened by the mournful crying of the woman beside him and quickly got up to check.
In the dim moonlight, I could see the gentle and graceful beauty sobbing beside me.
Her little face was pale, her brows were tightly furrowed, and tears welled up at the corners of her bright red eyes, as if she was trapped in a nightmare.
Seeing this, Xiang Yu felt distressed.
He quickly held her in his arms, gently stroked her trembling back, and soothed her patiently in a soft voice.
"Miao Yi, Miao Yi, don't be afraid, my husband is here."
The burly and strong young man hugged the weak beauty and coaxed her gently.
That broad and powerful palm has always been used to hold the Overlord Halberd and kill the enemy mercilessly.
But at this moment, he deliberately restrained his strength and stroked it lightly like a feather.
The originally mighty and domineering face also became very gentle, and the coldness in the tiger eyes faded away, replaced by tenderness like water.
If the soldiers in the army saw this scene, they would probably all be shocked.
Is this still their arrogant and bad-tempered general?
It must be fake!
Perhaps only people in history knew that the arrogant and unruly King of Western Chu gave all his tenderness to his beloved Concubine Yu.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the breeze is gentle.
With Xiang Yu's gentle comfort, Yu Miaoyi gradually stopped crying and woke up from the nightmare.
She snuggled up in the man's strong chest, feeling the familiar warmth and sense of security, and finally felt a little relieved.
"Your Majesty...My dear..."
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Miao Yi misses you so much."
Xiang Yu looked at his wife in his arms with a look of attachment on her face, and his heart, which was as hard as iron, suddenly became soft as silk.
He hugged the delicate girl in his arms tightly, leaned over and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, with strong affection and love flowing in his eyes.
He and Miao Yi have been childhood sweethearts. The Xiang family and the Yu family were originally noble families of the Chu State, so they became friends.
Since he joined the army, Miao Yi has followed him everywhere, thousands of miles away.
When he goes to battle, give him encouragement; when he returns victorious, dance to congratulate him; when he encounters setbacks, comfort him gently.
Gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, she would even wear armor and ride a horse, fighting alongside him and becoming his strongest and most trusted supporter.
It is precisely because of her unwavering support that he becomes more courageous and invincible.
How could he not love such a passionate person deeply?
Xiang Yu got out of bed holding the person in his arms, gave her a glass of water, kissed her pale lips, and whispered comforting words.
"Don't be afraid, Miao Yi. Nightmares are all illusions. I will always be with you."
"Well, I will always stay with you."
Yu Miaoyi put her arms around the man's neck, rested her head on his strong chest, and replied softly.
The nightmare scene gradually faded from her mind, but the feeling of sorrow still made her feel frightened.
Perhaps, one needs an extreme joy to cover up the sadness in the dream.
Her eyes moved, and she tilted her head back to kiss the man's sexy Adam's apple, sucking and entwining it, while her soft, boneless hands were also playing with his chest muscles.
"My dear, would you please love Miao Yi?"
The beauty's soft Wu dialect has a gentle and charming charm that makes people's hearts tingle and feel unbearable.
Not to mention her stunningly beautiful face, graceful figure, and charming manners in every move that makes people's hearts flutter.
Xiang Yu's eyes were deep and his burning gaze was fixed on the beauty in his arms, like a beast about to hunt its prey.
Immediately, a few low and hoarse tones escaped from the rolling Adam's apple.
"As Miao Yi wishes."
The bright moon is half hidden, covering up the spring atmosphere in the room.
The next day, early morning.
Xiang Yu, who was used to getting up early, had already woken up.
Even though he fought fiercely until dawn last night, there was no sign of fatigue between his brows. Instead, he looked energetic and satisfied.
The beauty in his arms seemed to be disturbed and whimpered in dissatisfaction, but her soft body still snuggled into the man's arms, obviously relying on him to the extreme.
Seeing this, Xiang Yu raised the corners of his lips slightly, stretched out his long arms, and embraced the warm and soft beauty in his arms.
Yu Miaoyi has been learning dancing since she was a child, and her body is soft and flexible. At this moment, she is like a mermaid, tightly wrapped around the man's strong body.
As the saying goes, it is the hardest to accept the favor of a beautiful woman.
As Xiang Yu hugged the soft and smooth beauty, a trace of laziness arose in his heart.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the reaction below, then gently carried his wife to the inside, and stood up to practice martial arts.
A quarter of an hour later, in the martial arts arena.
A strong young man with a tiger back and a monkey waist was holding a halberd and dancing with great vigor.
Big beads of sweat slid from his forehead to his resolute and domineering face, and then flowed onto his bare chest.
The bronze skin glowed with a crystal luster, and the well-defined strong muscles in the chest and abdomen rose and fell with his breathing, and the smooth and powerful lines looked like they were carefully carved.
His muscles were formed by years of martial arts training and fighting on the battlefield.
Not too skinny, not too exaggerated.
It is the ultimate perfection.
Each piece contains powerful and expansive power. As the blood and qi evaporate, the strong scent of male hormones hits you in the face, and the sexual tension is full.
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