Her kiss was the most luxurious and irresistible thing for him.
Her red lips were soft and sweet. When he kissed her, he could forget everything. He even felt that only at that time was he a normal man.
He had the thoughts and reactions of a normal man. He held her in his arms and kissed her passionately. He was grateful that she didn't care about her imperfect body, and he was also grateful that she didn't care that he couldn't give her anything else except kisses.
His lips quickly stuck to hers, and at that moment, he felt as if his whole body was refreshed, as if the cold winter had passed and spring had come.
After World War I,
She closed her eyes slightly, put her arms around his neck, and lay lazily in his arms.
He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the person in his arms. Her pretty face and soft lips made him fall in love with her.
He hugged her tightly, stroking every part of her face with his fingers. Looking at her shy look, he moved his lips closer again and pressed them against hers.
The moment the four red lips intertwined, her face flushed and she was enjoying the kiss to the fullest.
His lips kept moving on her lips, sometimes biting and grinding them gently, sometimes licking and eating her lips.
After a soft rub, he gently pried open her teeth and licked her to his heart's content, enjoying her unique taste.
She also greeted him without hesitation, pressing her sweet red lips against his cool lips...
After a while, he whispered in her ear, "Lan'er, you are like sweet and sticky osmanthus cake, beautiful to smell, but hard to eat..."
His tone was filled with regret and apology, and she whispered teasingly in his ear.
"Have you ever tasted it before?"
"No." He pursed his lips and shook his head, "I've never had this expectation of anyone else, only you."
What he said was not false. During those years, he never thought that he would be attracted to any woman, and he never looked at any woman twice. Even when his father chose a marriage for him, he never took it to heart.
At that time, he was only thinking about learning martial arts and defending his country. He would go wherever there was a war.
Hearing him say this, she pursed her lips and giggled, the giggle tickled his heart, he stroked her hair, took a long breath, and his hoarse voice sounded in her ears.
"Lan'er, I used to hate everyone. I hated this so-called power and status. I hated my own arrogance and unruliness. I hated my credulity. But since I met you, I feel like God has taken pity on me and sent you to me. I suddenly want to thank those who framed me."
"Why?" She frowned and looked at him in confusion.
"Because just like you said, if I hadn't been paralyzed in bed, you wouldn't have had the chance to be by my side, and I wouldn't have had the chance to have you. Then, in my life, I wouldn't have met a woman who made me so worried."
Having said that, he hugged her tightly, his face full of excitement and excitement.
She nestled in his arms, arching like a kitten. She raised her hand and tapped it restlessly, chuckling mischievously, then looked up at him.
"Come on, I'll take you out to bask in the sun. Are you ready to meet the servants of this mansion?"
Hearing her say this, Leng Yu was obviously a little nervous, "This... let's wait a while!"
"Why wait?"
She narrowed her eyes and smiled, raised her delicate finger, and tapped the tip of his nose.
"No need to wait. All the servants in our mansion have been retrained by me. They are completely different from the servants in your previous mansion. Not only will they not look down on you, they will respect you very much. I have asked Ayu to ask them to wait for you in the front hall. It's time for them to see what you, their master, look like."
Hearing her say this, his face flushed with embarrassment, "So... did we keep them waiting for a long time?"
"Not long..."
Luo Lan smiled, thinking about the scene just now, stuck out her tongue a little embarrassedly, then stood up and motioned him to stand up by holding her shoulders.
Leng Yu shook her head and said, "Bring the wheelchair here, I'll help you stand up by yourself."
"Can you do it?"
She looked at him in surprise, then asked, "Do you really want to try?"
He nodded heavily, "I want to try. My legs can't move, but my arms are strong."
Luo Lan moved the chair next to him, fixed the wheelchair, and then nodded to him:
"Come on, I'll hold you, take your time."
Leng Yu frowned deeply, as if he was taking on an extremely important challenge.
He smiled at Luo Lan, put his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, clenched his teeth, and used his entire upper body to exert strength.
Although he knew he could do it, Luo Lan was still worried and stretched out his arms to protect him.
He stood up with the help of the chair with great effort. Although he felt that his legs had no feeling, he still used the strength of his arms to lean his upper body on the wheelchair. Luo Lan hurried over to turn the wheelchair towards him, and then helped him sit down.
After doing all this, he breathed a long sigh of relief. Luo Lan put her hands on her hips, looked at him and grinned.
"Yu, you stood up on your own arms."
Leng Yu shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Don't comfort me, it's you who helped me. My legs are like cotton, completely numb."
"Anyway, you've successfully gotten into the wheelchair. From now on, you can go out and bask in the sun."
As she spoke, she took a blanket and covered his legs, picked up a comb and combed his hair, then took a towel and wiped his face and hands, muttering to herself,
"Today is the first day we meet these servants. They are very excited. We must make a good impression on them. I will get the new clothes I bought you a few days ago and change you into them. If it's cold outside, put on a cloak so you won't be cold."
While she was speaking, she had already taken out the dark green gown and said as she changed his clothes:
"Today, I will stop seeing patients in the morning so you can go out and get some sun. You can have lunch in the front hall at noon. From now on, you can live like a normal person."
Hearing her say this, Leng Yu frowned, "Lan'er, my father ordered me to be confined to Prince Yu's Mansion forever, so I don't want others to know about my current condition."
"I know."
Luo Lan buttoned his shirt and replied:
"I know what you mean. You're afraid that if people knew you were getting better, it would cause unnecessary trouble, especially from that bastard prince."
He looked up at her. She buttoned the last button on his chest and looked him up and down. "Well, now you look like a man. You look really energetic."
She put the cloak on him again and whispered:
"Don't worry! This morning, the gates of the mansion are locked, and outsiders won't know what's going on in the mansion."
"I'm not afraid of him."
He hurriedly explained, fearing that Luo Lan would think he was timid.
"I know you're afraid of causing trouble for me."
She stood behind him, half leaning forward, and whispered in his ear:
"This is your home. You don't have to be afraid of anything. Are you ready now?"
He pondered for a moment, then turned to look at her and nodded heavily.
"Everything is up to Lan'er."
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