"It's hard to say. Where there are people, there are ambitions, desires, and greed. I can't control other people's thoughts."
It was like he had known for a long time that King Yundan Khan wanted to kill him, and he couldn't make him give up this idea.
No matter what era, interests, quarrels, discords, and conflicts have never disappeared.
Su Yumo felt that Nastu had the potential to be a philosopher and wanted to have an in-depth discussion with him.
Nastu left her too little space to move. Su Yumo turned around with difficulty, put one hand on his waist, and bent the other hand on the bed.
The two men were facing each other. Su Yumo couldn't see his face, and was too lazy to look up, so he spoke to his chest.
"So what did you think when you first started?"
"At that time, we were young and full of energy. We were not afraid of anyone. We wanted to beat them until they lost their way. I was the boss and I made them obey me."
He doesn't think that time was childish, but rather misses those days.
Do whatever you want, without any worries.
He is just an ordinary person on this vast grassland. He doesn't need to think about the consequences and just enjoys himself.
If you meet a nasty person, just go up to him and hit him with your fists.
After knocking the man down, he went riding and drinking. On the way, he met Abulu and played a trick on him again.
It was a rather childish passage, but she liked it.
What kind of experience made him become like this?
One war after another?
Does he have a lot of scars?
Su Yumo couldn't help but tap Nastu's chest with his index finger, which was still hard.
But people's hearts are not born hard.
Her nails hadn't been cut for a few days and were quite long, which made Nastu feel hot all over.
She remembered why they met.
"Was King Yundan Khan kind to you in the past?"
"You are quite thoughtful."
The breath from her open mouth sprayed on his chest. Her inner clothes were very thin, and Stu felt as if he was not wearing any clothes, and there were those fingers moving around randomly.
He started to be tortured again.
He has a piece of warm jade in his arms, and he is not a gentleman, so why should he endure it?
He put one arm around her back and the hand on her waist grasped her moving fingers.
Without the coldness of riding a horse, he led her hand through his collar and pressed her fingers against his uncovered chest.
Slowly adjusted his body to press on Su Yumo.
She lowered her head and kissed Su Yumo's lips.
The two of them have developed a tacit understanding in their kiss, one opening and one closing, one moving and one still, there is no more perfect coordination than theirs.
Su Yumo felt one scar after another. She had known in the wooden box that Stu's body was not as rough as he had imagined, but smooth.
The scars were very prominent, crisscrossing from the shoulders to the abdomen.
She felt like she was punched in the heart again.
Perhaps because he inherited his mother's genes, Su Yumo sometimes becomes sentimental and loses himself in his own world.
Sitting alone on the rooftop, watching the setting sun.
Nastu noticed that Su Yumo was absent-minded and lost interest.
This kind of thing is not fun when you start it alone.
He broke the kiss and rolled over onto his back, pulling her against him.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Su Yumo lay on Nastu and said lazily: "You haven't answered my question yet."
"Just because of this?"
Su Yumo snorted, "Hmm."
She wouldn't admit that she felt heartbroken, and she didn't know how many women had touched these scars before.
"Okay, I say."
"He was indeed very good to me. As he said, my father was a useless person. He didn't care about anything and didn't know how to do anything. All he did was eat, drink and have fun all day. My grandfather once suspected that he was not his biological son."
"My mother passed away when I was very young. It's been so long that some of my memories are already fuzzy."
At this point his voice became much lighter, as if bringing the scene back to the past.
A woman was lying on the bed, her face haggard and her figure withered.
"I just remember that she was coughing all the time. Now I dream about her at night and she is coughing too. Batu said she died of an incurable disease."
"When she left, that loser was still showing off his prowess in another woman's tent. It was King Yundan Khan who buried my mother."
"Since you came, I've spent most of my time in his tent. He taught me how to ride, how to fight, and how to barbecue."
“He’s just like the father I imagined he would be.”
Nastu never avoided the relationship between him and King Yundan Khan.
King Yundan Khan was a very important person in his life, and it was he who made him powerful.
If it weren't for him, Stu wouldn't know where he would be now. He would probably be living in a daze.
As for why he wanted to take care of a weak child without strong relatives to support him at that time.
He thought it might be because King Yundan Khan had lost two sons in a row and his lover died in childbirth, so he was heartbroken.
Since no one is taking care of him, I'll take him away and share my feelings with him.
We can only ask the real reason after he dies, but he probably won't tell us.
King Yundan Khan hated him very much, and even if he went underground, he probably wouldn't want to see him.
After all, under his training, Nastu turned from a sheep into a wild wolf, a wild wolf that strangled himself.
I don’t know how many times he vomited blood out of regret.
Su Yumo raised his eyes. "So you went through so much trouble to set up this scheme just to fulfill his wish?"
"Yeah." Nastu replied.
Su Yumo moved forward, lowered his head and kissed his lips, tapping lightly before withdrawing.
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