However, Lu Feixue mistakenly thought that she was forbearing and did not want to cause trouble to him, which made him feel even more sorry for his sensible little girl.
How much hardship do you have to go through to develop the habit of not making a fuss even when you are wronged?
Lu Feixue's eyes were dark and deep, and he thought again of her father's slap on her face in public.
How many injuries had she suffered that he couldn't see?
Zhuang Ling didn't want her eldest son to blame himself, so she reached out and rubbed his shiny hair.
"I never regret following you"
When Lu Feixue raised his eyes to look at her, he happened to see her raise her hand and his gray coat slipped off her shoulders, slowly revealing the undershirt which was so thin that the pocket could be seen inside!
The plumpness under the robe was too dazzling during the trembling. He hurriedly looked away and gently picked up the gray coat that had fallen to her waist and wrapped it again.
Only then did he realize that his little girl had grown up and was no longer childish in the world.
Zhuang Ling saw him turning his head with a red face, not daring to look directly at her at all, and saw him closing his eyes and pulling up her gray coat, so she had no choice but to hold her forehead.
She was careless.
When she faced the male and female protagonist before, she was disheveled and yet she knew how to cover up.
However, after being alone, she forgot the etiquette in ancient times.
This means that she is... defenseless against him!
That's not good.
Once Master Lu enters the art of swordsmanship, he will probably return to the colder and colder character in the novel. She will be a widow if she falls in love with him.
Although it was okay to be a widow, she wanted to pounce on him for no reason.
This may be the urge to get involved if she can't get it, or it may be that she was affected by the plot.
In the novel, the original protagonist was a man who had slept with the heroine. She felt that in order to maintain the original context of the plot, she was afraid that she would not act compliantly, so she deliberately pulled the road master to attract her to cross the line.
Although Lu Dashen is not the heroine's man, he is better than the heroine's man.
Because Master Lu is the man the heroine wants to sleep with but can't.
In this world, there is probably nothing that can be more missed than not being able to get it, right?
Zhuang Ling remembered that the extremely beautiful heroine in the novel had no chance of winning if she tried to seduce Master Lu, so she had better not get into trouble.
Lu Feixue didn't dare to look at her at this moment, and she didn't know what to say, so she wanted to stay away from the embarrassing place of right and wrong.
When she slid down from the stone table and stepped on the ground, she felt a sharp pain in her knees, forcing her to stand unsteadily and throw herself at Lu Feixue!
In an instant, the world was spinning, and she condescendingly pressed her hands to the side of his face. The scene was once awkward, very embarrassing, very embarrassing.
Is this considered a plot kill?
She used to think that the scenes in the TV series were outrageous, but after she experienced it herself, she felt it was even more outrageous!
Zhuang Ling shamefully wanted to crawl into the cellar. After seeing his Adam's apple rolling, she straightened up. Her injured knee started to hurt again when she was supporting her. She suddenly lost strength and fell to the ground, making him groan.
Cough... No, she felt that every move she made was simply challenging his endurance.
Zhuang Ling didn't dare to move at all. She was so nervous that she forgot about her injured knee. She blushed and said, "Listen to my explanation. It's not what you think..."
Lu Feixue's eyes were dark, looking at her red lips opening and closing as she spoke.
Because he was afraid that her knees would be injured again when she was sitting astride him, he held her slender waist and changed positions, put his big hands on the back of her head to prevent her from getting hit, and suddenly lowered his head and kissed her red lips that were chattering away.
The kiss was like a storm, with the tendency to swallow up mountains and seas, urgent but gradually gentle.
Zhuang Ling was confused for a moment. She didn't know where to put her hands. She felt that her brain was dizzy and she felt dizzy due to lack of oxygen.
Was she so drunk that she fainted from being kissed?
Could it be that she and he were not on the same starting line?
The shy little puppy before turned into a powerful wolfdog in a blink of an eye. She couldn't help but wonder if the Lu Feixue she met was really the unfeminine God Lu in the novel?
Lu Feixue noticed that she was not paying attention, and turned to kiss her white neck, biting her teeth lightly uncontrollably.
After seeing him leaving his own teeth marks on her neck, he contentedly gathered up his gray coat and wrapped it around her who didn't resist.
Then he picked her up and sat back on the stone table, leaned over to wipe the dirt from her feet, and secretly suppressed his super thoughts, lest he would eat his little girl uncontrollably.
After Lu Feixue wiped it clean, she still wanted to hold his delicate little girl tightly in his arms. He kissed the top of her hair gently, the red light in his eyes gradually faded, and murmured: "Lingling will always be mine." "
Zhuang Ling nestled in his hot embrace, feeling that his mood was not right, as if he had suffered some kind of blow. She stretched out her hand over the gray coat that wrapped her around her and pulled on his lapel, looking firmly at her path. Great God.
"Lu Feixue, listen carefully, Zhuang Ling will only like you and only you in this world."
In the fairy tales with more upright facial features, Lu Feixue is the only normal person in her eyes. She admires his concentration, his persistence not to be confused by external things, and his sense of responsibility that he will do what he says. He is worthy of being entrusted to her for the rest of her life. good object.
But he prefers his sword to women.
Now that it was getting closer and closer to the day when he would become a swordsman and seek Taoism, she didn't want to stand in his way, so that even after she confessed her love, it ended with regret.
"If one day you feel that I'm not that important anymore, I won't blame you. You can do what you like, and it's okay without me..."
Zhuang Ling is not a generous person, but she is willing to be generous in order to fulfill him, which probably means she really likes him.
Perhaps the moment she saw him, her fate was destined to be doomed.
Lu Feixue was trapped in her fiery confession and couldn't extricate himself, but he came to his senses when he heard her words that seemed to let him go.
This is the little girl he coaxed into. She has been living a pampered life, but she dares to follow him alone to an unfamiliar world of immortality. She doesn't complain to him about food, clothing, housing, and transportation. She also wants to regress for the sake of his future. He How could I let her be alone?
Lu Feixue looked at the little girl he held in his arms with a bitter smile, and frowned angrily. He held her hand and pressed it to his heart.
"If I betray you, I will kill or cut you into pieces. Please do as you please. Heaven and earth will bear witness."
Zhuang Ling wanted to withdraw her hand, but he held it tightly and could not allow her to flinch.
Under her palm, there was a slow and vibrating heartbeat, which accelerated bit by bit to thunderous speeds. She couldn't help but tilt her head up and kiss his thin lips.
That kiss was like a dragonfly touching water, leaving immediately after a moment.
"stamp"
Zhuang Ling looked at him seriously and said sternly: "You are mine, you must abide by the rules of a husband, and you are not allowed to flirt with women!"
Lu Feixue was stunned, his little girl was so cute with such a childish side.
"I promise"
Zhuang Ling nodded with satisfaction. She took off the gray coat she was wrapped in, picked up the wet clothes on her shoulders and in her arms, and stuffed them all into his hands.
Then she said confidently and confidently: "I don't know how to wear these, I leave them all to you!"
Lu Feixue lowered his eyes and looked intently at the mess of clothes in his hands, and suddenly wondered why his little girl could not come back for so long.
