Strategy for the Beautiful, Strong and Miserable
Fuying crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes appreciating every detail of Luoheng.
She raised her voice at the end, full of praise: "It looks nice and tight."
Luo Heng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of her eyes turned red. When she looked up at her, ripples appeared in her purple eyes: "Really?"
"Of course." Fu Ying chuckled and nodded very seriously. Luo Heng just lacked some confidence. If he met more people, he would be able to maintain the body and aura of the Nine-Star Extreme Realm in time.
On the contrary, she will help him to stand firm in the Nine Stars Realm again and have his own life.
Luo Heng pursed her lips, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, saying softly, "Thank you, thank you...Aying."
Thank you for taking me home regardless of the past, thank you for giving me a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and thank you even more for letting me stay by your side as your partner.
Fu Ying had experienced the vicissitudes of life, so he naturally heard the complex emotions hidden in Luo Heng's words.
She raised her red lips slightly, moved closer to his side, and placed her slender hand on the back of his slightly cool hand.
Luo Heng's body suddenly froze, but she did not move away, only her eyes flickered under the shadow of her long eyelashes.
Fu Ying looked up at him and said with a smile, "Let's forget everything in the past and start over, okay?"
Luo Heng stared blankly at her eyes that were like sparks, his Adam's apple moving slightly: "I thought what you were thinking in your heart was rebellion."
Fu Ying suddenly chuckled: "I said, you and Ni, I have never made a mistake, he will come back eventually. What I should worry about now is that after he comes back, if you take action, who should I help?"
She raised the corners of her eyes slightly, and there was some teasing in her voice, but it instantly broke Luo Heng's dazed expression.
He lowered his eyes and smiled softly, his laughter was gentle.
Fu Ying had just sent Luo Heng out, and the moment he closed the door, the smile on his face disappeared.
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Luo Heng came slowly, and several men who were sitting, leaning, or standing raised their eyes at the same time, their gazes sweeping over like blades.
Under normal circumstances, this cowardly orc would have retreated long ago, but when he met the almost sharp gazes of several people, he just paused slightly and continued to walk towards this side.
A gorgeous black brocade robe outlined his slender figure, with golden dark patterns flowing, suppressing his past fragility.
Luo Heng's eyelashes drooped slightly, and her gaze passed over the crowd and fell directly on Wu in the corner: "She asked you to come over."
Wu's back was as straight as a spear, his golden and red eyes swept over Luo Heng, he grabbed Yu Li's wrist and walked towards the bamboo house.
Suddenly, a dark shadow blocked the way.
Teng lazily bent his arms, blocking Wu and Yu Li, and sneered defiantly: "Wu, do you want me to remind you? Ah Ying is calling her beastly husband tonight, he..."
He paused, looked Yu Li up and down, and sneered, "Are you worthy?"
Teng had a bad temper and was used to provoking others. When he spoke, the ending tone of his voice rose, and he even emphasized the word "配" a little.
Yu Li's gilded eyes suddenly turned cold, and his aura became gloomy. He stared coldly at the snake in front of him that was constantly provoking him.
He seemed to have adapted to the strange animal skin on his body. His posture was relaxed yet domineering. His dark green eyes turned into vertical pupils, staring at him as if he was looking at prey. Ha, a mere snake dared to take an eagle as its prey?
The snake licked the tip of its teeth, and the scales on the side of its neck became faintly visible.
Wu didn't even move his eyes, his golden pupils fell on Teng, and he said fiercely: "It's none of your business."
"If it's related to Aying, then that's my business!" Teng gave him a sarcastic look with a sinister voice.
He raised his hand and casually pulled the tie that was tightly around his neck. If Ah Ying hadn't liked it, he would have pulled it off, but this action still pulled off a few buttons, revealing the crimson fox pattern on his neck.
Teng lowered his eyes to look at the collar of "Kuanglangbuji"'s clothes, frowned, and muttered, "Aying won't be angry, will she?"
As he spoke, a rare hint of uneasiness appeared in his sinister tone, and even his dark green pupils widened slightly.
Just as the atmosphere between the two sides was tense, Bai Cang suddenly chuckled and said nonchalantly, "A Ying must be getting impatient."
With just one sentence, the stillness and tension in the air were instantly dispelled.
Teng looked at Yu Li impatiently, but finally stepped aside and let Wu and Yu Li go.
He leaned against the tree trunk with his arms folded, his dark green eyes half-closed, staring coldly at Yu Li's back, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
This guy still has evil intentions, huh.
Fu Ying was sitting at the table, adjusting the camera, when someone pushed the door open, bringing in a gust of draft.
She looked up and saw Wu dragging Yu Li in. Both of them had expressionless faces. The difference was that Wu had always been like this, while Yu Li had a gloomy expression and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Did Teng give you a hard time?" Fu Ying raised the corner of his eye, and understood without much thought.
Perhaps the eagle and the snake are natural enemies. The eagle has always disliked Yu Li, so it would be strange if he didn't bite him.
Yu Li raised his eyes and looked at her. The anger surging in his eyes froze when it touched her lazy brows.
He turned his head away, a barely audible hum escaped from his throat, and his slender knuckles loosened a little.
Fu Ying glanced at him, put the camera on the table, stood up, pulled Wu over, and smiled at him: "Come on."
Wu has never been the type of person who likes to join in the fun. If it weren't for his amnesia, he definitely wouldn't have come.
As for having Yu Li, she didn't have any thoughts. They were both stunningly beautiful anyway, so it was not a loss.
These two brothers, one is calm and the other is arrogant, but both have a sharp edge that makes people dare not look at them directly.
Fu Ying looked up at Wu, pointed at the animal skin on his body, and asked tentatively: "Shall I help you take it off?"
Wu gave her a questioning look, without a trace of shyness on his face: "Aren't we partners?"
Fu Ying raised his eyebrows slightly, but before he could move, Wu had already opened his arms calmly and let Fu Ying take off the animal skin.
The moment the animal skin slipped off, a body covered with scars but with firm muscles was revealed.
Fu Ying's fingertips lingered on those hideous scars for a long time. New wounds piled up on old ones, and some even injured his vitals. He didn't know how much suffering he had endured during his days as a wandering orc.
"Does it hurt?" Fu Ying stroked his scar lightly with her fingertips, her voice very soft.
This classic quote is very suitable for a handsome, strong and tragic male protagonist. Obviously, Wu is that hero.
In the novel, not only is the self-torture tactic always effective, but feeling sorry for the handsome, strong and miserable male protagonist is also an excellent strategy. Naturally, she would not miss such a good opportunity.
Wu's muscles suddenly tensed like a string.
Yu Li originally had his arms folded across his chest, lazily leaning to one side, but when he saw Fu Ying taking off the prince's animal skin without hesitation and reaching out to touch him, his fists clenched and made a crackling sound, and his handsome face became even gloomier.
He sneered, "To a wandering orc, pain is the least of all."
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