From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

Lu Peifeng's eyes were bright. He held Meng Liu's hand and said with difficulty: "Why...why did you come to me?"

Meng Liu was a little embarrassed and muttered: "What else could it be..."

Lu Peifeng raised her chin: "I want to hear what you have to say."

Meng Liu punched him: "Oh..."

He chuckled: "You remember what happened that night, right?"

Meng Liu bit her lip and nodded: "Yes."

The next second, Lu Peifeng smiled, and the more he smiled, the happier he became. His chest couldn't help shaking. Maybe he was smiling so happily that he accidentally choked on his saliva and coughed violently, but he still couldn't stop smiling on his face.

Meng Liu hurriedly stroked his back to comfort him: "Are you that happy?"

"Well, I'm very happy."

Under the moonlight, the two looked at each other, and Lu Peifeng's throat rolled.

She said in a seductive voice: "Then... do you want to be a little happier?"

Lu Peifeng struggled to answer: "How... can you be happy again?"

The next second, Meng Liu came up with his eyes closed, took his hands out of his, and hugged his neck. This time, they were all awake, at the border, in the military camp, and in his bed.

Meng Liu kissed her red mouth, and as soon as he stuck out the tip of his tongue, he eagerly sucked it, as if he was tasting the supreme delicacy. He wanted to occupy every part of her, their lips and tongues met, their breaths intertwined, and their heartbeats synchronized.

The gentle evening breeze could not dissipate the warmth and charm of this room.

Lu Peifeng didn't stop until Meng Liu knocked on his chest.

His voice was somewhat hoarse, and his tone was undeniable: "You are mine."

After hugging each other for a while, the two parties calmed down their bodies a little: "I won't go back to the Marquis Mansion or the capital, what about you?"

Lu Peifeng's eyebrows were still full of lust: "I will go wherever you go."

Meng Liu was still a little confused. She asked hesitantly: "Will you regret it?"

"No." He answered quickly and firmly.

She also smiled: "Okay, then we won't be separated in the future."

Lu Peifeng echoed above her: "Well, by the way, how did you get here? How did you resolve your identity and household registration? Where do you live?"

Meng Liu told Lu Peifeng all her experience in this industry. Except for the matter of Shen Twelve, she had not yet decided how to tell Lu Peifeng about it.

She might say he is her son, but she is still a young lady in this world. To say he is not her son would be a bit heartbreaking. To say he is the son of the previous world would be even weirder!

Lu Peifeng squeezed her hand, feeling very distressed. If he had made a decision sooner, it would not be her turn to suffer.

"Don't worry, after I take care of it, I will go find you and I will never be separated from you again this time."

Meng Liu nodded to express his understanding. He really couldn't give up and walk away in the middle of the war. She also needs to solve Shen Twelve's psychological problems. By the way, isn't Shen Twelve the disciple of the God of War? He should be very knowledgeable about war. If he takes action, this battle will definitely end soon.

Before dawn, the two kissed for a while, and then Meng Liu left.

*

The next day, she took Yuan Xiang and Shen Zhou and moved into Shen Twelve's mansion.

He didn't bring any maids with him this time, and the two of them lived in adjacent rooms.

Yuan Xiang's face was full of tangles, and she pulled Meng Liu's clothes: "Miss, it's not in line with the rules for us to live with a foreigner like this..." Shen Zhou also looked at Shen Twelve with great vigilance, but he didn't express it openly. Not happy with him.

Meng Liu patted Yuan Xiang's hand: "He is not an ordinary foreigner. In short, he has a special relationship with me."

Yuan Xiang's eyes widened and her tone trembled: "What... what kind of special relationship is it?"

Meng Liu slapped his forehead, blaming himself. It would be better not to explain this.

Shen Twelve walked over with a smile: "She is my mother."

"Huh?" Yuan Xiang and Shen Zhou were both shocked.

The young lady was only eighteen, how could she have such an old son? Shen Zhou immediately changed his gaze and asked Yuan Xiang, she shook her head with doubt on her face.

Shen Twelve: "Godmother, I just met you yesterday."

Yuan Xiang and Shen Zhou's expressions became even weirder now. They looked at him as if they were looking at monsters. How could they recognize a girl younger than themselves as their godmother.

In short, something was wrong, but I couldn't tell it for the moment.

Meng Liu laughed dryly: "Yes, that's it. Don't worry, we are mother and son."

Shen Zhou said quietly: "You and the young master were also mother and son."

Shen Twelve almost slipped, his eyes immediately glanced over, and Meng Liu scratched his head in embarrassment. Damn it, is your mother having more fun than him? What the hell are mother and son? Blood related or not?

As if she knew what he was thinking, Meng Liu quickly explained: "We are not related by blood. I am only two years older than him. My stepmother..."

Shen Twelve patted his chest, oh, that's okay, no, that's not okay either, they are still mother and son in name! So they are going behind their own husbands/fathers’ backs? Even though they had never met before, Shen Twelve silently lit a candle for Lu Xiao.

Let's just say that he inherited his romantic temperament from his mother. Shen Yushi didn't even have a female mosquito around him all year round, but when he grew up, he couldn't walk when he saw beautiful women. It turned out that he followed his biological mother.

*

"Do you still want to leave?" the second prince asked in a deep voice.

Lu Peifeng nodded: "Yes, I..."

The second prince interrupted him with a wave of his hand, stood up and patted his back: "You are still young now, and the feelings you think are very superficial. Maybe you have never seen other women, so you have them." What about the illusion? No matter how hard you hide it, you are still essentially mother and son, which is unethical!"

Lu Peifeng's face was calm: "Those women are not her. I told the second prince early in the morning that I only want this."

"Brother!" The door was opened, and a pretty girl walked in with a pout.

"Brother Peifeng, what are you talking about? Why can't you let me know?"

The second prince reprimanded, but his expression did not blame him at all: "It's nonsense, let's talk about business, how can we allow a daughter of yours to be so presumptuous!"

Princess Wanyue stuck out her tongue playfully: "I want to follow Brother Peifeng!"

Lu Peifeng lowered his eyebrows and took two steps back: "I hope the princess won't tease me. I already have my heart."

Princess Wanyue rolled her eyes: "I don't believe it. If you don't tell me which girl you are from, then you are just making nonsense!"

Lu Peifeng was helpless: "That's not the case. My sweetheart is just a civilian girl..."

"It's even more impossible for you, a folk girl. How could the Hou family let a folk girl be the mistress? And you came here to suffer hardships. She didn't write you a letter, nor did she come to see you. I came so far away. Aren’t you moved by the fact that I’ll accompany you?”

Lu Peifeng's expression remained calm: "I hope the princess will let me go. I only have her in my life."