After the separation, the space of Lingquan was filled up, and he was so angry that he went crazy

Leng Xiaohan didn't want to waste any more time on unimportant people, so he quickly changed the topic. He leaned close to Su Yue's ear, and all the hot breath he breathed sprayed on Su Yue's neck.

He asked cautiously: "Is it okay today?"

Su Yue trembled, shrank her body, and asked, "You're not taking Chinese medicine again, are you?"

Leng Xiaohan held her hand tightly and paused, as if he had stopped breathing.

Su Yue laughed out loud and said in a teasing tone: "I'm just kidding you."

After the last time, Leng Xiaohan wanted to be intimate with her whenever he was alone with her every day.

She was quite restrained at first, but then she got out of control. If her aunt hadn't come, I'm afraid she would have been eaten dry.

Leng Xiaohan's eyes darkened, he grabbed her waist, buried his face directly in her neck, and kissed her carefully.

The corners of Su Yue's mouth curved slightly, and she slowly fell into his arms, then fell on the couch again, followed immediately by Leng Xiaohan's fierce attack.

As her consciousness gradually sank, Leng Xiaohan whispered in her ear: "I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

Su Yue opened her eyes drowsily and asked doubtfully: "What?"

Leng Xiaohan breathed heavily, his dark pupils were filled with bloodshot eyes and desire, and his voice was low and magnetic.

"I said, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Su Yue's blurred eyes gradually became clear, she raised her hand and hooked Leng Xiaohan's neck, looked at him and smiled: "You've been waiting for me, I'm back."

Leng Xiaohan's eyes deepened and his breathing became heavier. He looked at the charming little face in front of him, lowered his head and leaned over to kiss the red lips.

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In the afternoon, the sun was obscured by clouds at some point, and the sunlight was trapped in the thick clouds, struggling to reveal some of the setting sun.

Su Yue lay tiredly on the bed, her exposed arms were creamy and soft and white, her shoulders were round and small, her neck and collarbone, and her exposed back were white and smooth, with smooth lines, and were covered with ambiguous red marks.

Leng Xiaohan was lying next to her, with a satisfied look on his face, a loving look in his eyes, and a gentle tone of voice.

"Are you tired? Do you want to get up and eat?"

Su Yue didn't even want to move her fingers. She looked out the window at the sunlight falling into the house. It was almost half past one in the afternoon.

In the absence of clocks in ancient times, Su Yue had learned to calculate the time by looking at the trajectory and angle of the sun.

Speaking of eating, I wasn’t hungry before, but now my chest is pressed against my back. Sure enough, this is also physical work.

She pouted and said coquettishly and complainingly: "I want to eat roasted chicken, braised pig's trotters, boiled beef, barbecue, and spicy hotpot."

Leng Xiaohan got up refreshed and said while getting dressed: "Roasted chicken is okay, braised pig's trotters is okay, boiled beef is okay, what are barbecue and spicy hotpot?"

Su Yue lay motionless, yawning and looking lazy.

"It's nothing, just ask the kitchen to watch and do it!"

Leng Xiaohan had just put on his white undershirt, and his chest had not yet been buttoned up. His shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, and his smooth muscular figure was looming, dangling in front of Su Yue.

Leng Xiaohan raised his hand and touched Su Yue's head with a gentle tone.

"Okay, if you're tired, just lie down and don't move. I'll ask you to be brought in. In addition, I'll ask someone to prepare water. You'll feel better after taking a bath later."

Su Yue didn't dare to look anymore, and even breathed a little quickly.

The man in front of him was tall and burly, with clear and hard stripes on his exposed chest and abdominal muscles, giving him the feeling of surging blood and bursting with strength.

Under this kind of visual impact, the tight muscles are covered with scars of all sizes, screaming for the man's wildness and lust.

I have to admit that Leng Xiaohan has a really amazing figure, coupled with that face.

Especially the waist and abdominal muscles, there is really nothing to say.

Actually, not to mention that Leng Xiaohan couldn't help it during this period, she had to control her sight every day.

Leng Xiaohan didn't notice Su Yue's abnormality, and was still putting on clothes slowly, and his big, sharp-jointed hands were tying the buckles.

His hands are large, with protruding joints and distinct veins on the back, but the palms are covered with calluses, and there is a rough rubbing sensation when the skin is touched.

Su Yue's mind was filled with the feeling of his big hand sliding across her skin just now.

Leng Xiaohan got dressed and left the dormitory. He ordered people to prepare meals and water.

As long as Su Yue lay down, she didn't have to do anything. She could just put on her clothes, reach out for food, and open her mouth. Someone even helped wash her in the shower, but it was a bit laborious.

The children have gone to school, and this life without shame is not bad.

After taking a bath and eating, Su Yue lay lazily on the couch and was gently held in Leng Xiaohan's arms. The two quietly enjoyed the sweetness of the afternoon.

Just when the atmosphere was harmonious, Leng Xiaohan suddenly said: "Recently, there have been frequent reports from the north. The Huns are ready to move, and I am afraid there will be another war."

Su Yue's heart skipped a beat, and all the sweetness and comfort disappeared in an instant.

Why was this scene exactly the same as that of Su Ruanruan? The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became, and she directly held Leng Xiaohan's hand.

"Are you going to fight again? How long will it take this time?"

They have just been together for real, and now is the time when their love is strong. Wouldn't it cost them their lives to separate at this time?

Leng Xiaohan looked deeply at Su Yue. There was no smile on his face, only solemnity and reluctance, as well as apology and unwillingness.

God seems to be playing tricks on them all the time.

He had never had the heart to say this, but now he had to say it.

Su Yue threw herself into Leng Xiaohan's arms, not thinking about the messy interests or the overall situation, and just said coquettishly:

"Can you please not go? Is it okay if you don't go?"

Leng Xiaohan remained silent and did not speak, but hugged the person in his arms tighter.

Can he not go?

If he could, he would definitely choose not to go.

But if he doesn't go, who can go in his place?

Just like in his previous life, he had no choice at all.

Now he can be regarded as being born in the Yu Dynasty, and he can be regarded as a person of the Yu Dynasty.

If the Yu Dynasty was defeated and the country was in danger, the outcome would be beyond their imagination.

Su Yue also knew that she was being willful. She would only make Leng Xiaohan embarrassed.

From the moment she had a complete heart-to-heart relationship with Leng Xiaohan, she should have known that sooner or later such a day would come.

After a long time, she just asked: "When are you going?"

Leng Xiaohan shook his head, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Don't worry unfounded, maybe it's just a false alarm and there won't be a war in the end."

A war between the two countries is a big deal, and neither the Huns in the north nor the Yu Dynasty will start a war easily.

Of course it would be best if the trouble can be settled.

Su Yue sighed and said, "I hope so!"

Even if the Xiongnu incident calms down this time, what about next time, the next time?

So will they have to live in fear from now on?