026 Dream of Woman's Fragrance (1)

"Rourou......" Murong Wenyu looked at him intently, he wanted to ask, is this a dream?Tell me, is this a dream?, but he didn't ask in the end, he was really afraid to hear such an answer.

Rourou, I don't know how you came to my world, but I hope that even if I don't recover, I just want to stay with you like this, and from now on, I'm no longer a general, just the one who admires you, and then as you said, it's just one-on-one love.

"Yu ...... Do you love me?" met his eyes, where there was her reflection, there was her in his eyes, and there must be him in her eyes.

Murong Wenyu nodded without hesitation, although it was only a first acquaintance, he could be sure that he loved her.

"Yu ...... Thank you. Because of the affirmation, she smiled softly and shyly, in the face of love, it is always the woman who falls into it first, and if he loves her, it will be different.

He should thank her, thank her for finding him.

Murong Wenyu hugged her on his lap, stroked her hair with his palm, and then said in a bewitching voice: "Well, that, thinking about it, I want to do it again." "Murong Wenyu did not hide his 'greed' towards her at all.

"Again?" Obviously, Rourou didn't understand Murong Wenyu's profound words, and looked at him with a pair of crystal eyes.

"Yes, again. After that, Murong Wenyu's lips pressed up, this time he was a lot gentler, with appreciation and pity, with the first experience, he had become very skillful, and in a few strokes, the woman in his arms had only acceptance.

It turns out that this is his repetition, very unreasonable, but I like it very much.

Looking at the lips that were already a little red and swollen under his bullying, Murong Wenyu laughed lightly, but in exchange for a soft and fierce glare.

"And ...... Do you want to dance?" Murong Wenyu raised his eyebrows and looked at her, with a smile in his throat, at this moment, he just wanted to hug her like this, it was best to live a few lives, it was really not enough to like a person for a lifetime.

"You...... Are you going to do it again?" Rourou frowned and glared at him angrily, men are so cunning, and they are so arrogant.

"In this way, I can't ask for it. "When the words fell, Murong Wenyu deceived him again, you can come a few more times.

"Oh, I hate it, you are also serious about sarcastic you, have you brought out IQ or not. Rourou tapped his arm lightly, her eyes slanted into a line, and her face was delicate.

"Rourou's words will be taken seriously in the next, as long as Rourou wants it, she will definitely give it in the next. Murong Wenyu reached out and pinched her small nose, and then his fire-stained eyes quietly stopped on her face.

"I see, I'm still dancing to show you. Xu felt that it was too dangerous to hide in his arms, Rourou got up quickly, the redness on her face had not completely receded, and fell under Murong Wenyu's eyes, and he gave birth to infinite love and pity, he knew that he was completely in love with this woman called Rourou, and was willing to die for her.

Ask the world, what is love, and teach people to live and die.

"I'm going to jump, remember, give me a beat. Rourou explained.

Murong Wenyu nodded, and then struck with his hand.

The soft and lilting body swirled on the ground, her slender waist swayed like a willow branch in the wind with her dance, and her satin-like green silk fluttered wantonly under her dance steps.

Murong Wenyu didn't know what kind of dance she was dancing, but she only felt beautiful.

He gently closed the beat.

has been fighting on the battlefield and has been busy killing, although there is no need to fight anymore in the peaceful and prosperous world, Murong Wenyu is not like other courtiers who are addicted to wine and dance, he is too cold and hard, he has always disdained women's dancing skills, he is better at dancing knives and guns.

But he fell in love with her dancing alone, probably because of the dancer.

"Yu, am I dancing beautifully?" asked a little delicately after the dance.

"Beautiful, beautiful, but the dancing people are even more beautiful. Murong Wenyu sighed.

"Thank you Yu for the compliment. Rourou bowed to him.

"Rourou, what kind of dance are you dancing underneath?"

"My mother taught me the dance of the neon dress and feather, but I am not as good as my mother. She stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

"Rourou has danced very beautifully, making people feel like a fairyland. "He's not a compliment.

"I believe you. ”

Neon dress and feather dance, Murong Wenyu remembered the name of this dance.

"Yu, it's time for me to go back. ”

"Back to ...... Go back?" Murong Wenyu looked at Rourou in a daze, what he was most afraid of hearing was such words, why did he go back, was it not good to stay?

"Yes. Rourou nodded.

"Where are you going back?"

"Of course it's my home. Rourou said with a smile.

"Can't you stay?" Murong Wenyu's eyes were full of begging.

"No, but I'll come back to see you. With that, Rourou turned.

"Rourou, don't ......" He didn't want her to go, and stretched out his hand to take her into his arms, but she was like a wisp of wind, long gone.

"Rourou ......" a clever man, Murong Wenyu bounced up from the couch, looking at the empty room, his eyes darkened, it turned out that it was really just a dream, but the feeling in the dream was so real, so real that he didn't believe it was just a dream, he could even feel that there was still the sweetness that belonged to her between his lips and teeth, and the smell that belonged to her in the air.

It was a reminder that it wasn't supposed to be a dream.

But it's really just a dream, because the beauty is not there, okay, even if it's a dream, Rourou, I also ask you to be with me night and night, and I can stay with you in my dreams, and I'm content.

It was also from that time that he eagerly awaited the coming of the night, and the first thing he did every time he lay on the couch was to pray, Rourou, come, come to me, come to me.

Xu sensed Murong Wenyu's call, Rourou really appeared in his dreams every night, and every time he asked: Yu, do you miss me?

Of course there is, it's a longing carved into the bone marrow.

In the spring and autumn periods, she brought him too much joy, but this joy came to an abrupt end after he married Lord Jane's daughter.

Murong Wenyu thought that it must be his momentary fascination with that woman that annoyed Rourou, so he would never come to him again.

She said that she likes one-on-one love, but he is close to other women, but Murong Wenyu knows very well that the reason for that kind of love is because they are really similar, he can't help but be in a trance, and many times he will involuntarily treat her as Rourou.

There are thousands of lovesickness, and there is no place in the world.

I closed my eyes helplessly.

Brilliant...... A familiar female voice called strangely, it was his softness, only she would call him Yu.

Murong Wenyu opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Lilac Lin with sad eyes, but there was no soft shadow except for the rustling sound, but he could be sure that he really heard it.

"Rourou, I know you're here, tell me, what should I do?" Murong Wenyu looked into the depths of the Lilac Forest, he believed that Rourou must be hiding somewhere he couldn't see and watching him.

"Yu, try to restrain and do what you want, or choose to do what you want, she is me, I am her, cherish yourself, don't look forward to me anymore ......" The wind blew was a soft and warm word.

"Rou Rou...... What do you mean by that? Don't ...... Looking forward to you again?" "Is this a hint that you are leaving? Are you telling Zaixia that you will never come to Zai Xia again?"

The night was silent, only a few people.

There was no more soft voice.

She is me, I am her, Murong Wenyu chewed on this sentence repeatedly, the slightly cool air around him passed over his broad shoulders and stained a few light wisps of incense, he still couldn't understand what Rourou wanted to express, but one thing was certain, there would be no more Rourou in his dreams in the future.

The moonlight dragged his shadow longer and longer.

After standing quietly for half an hour, he sighed and turned around.

When Murong Wenyu stood in front of Jian Xiyan's window, he realized that he had come here uncontrollably, and he had always been unable to control his steps recently, as if there was some magic power in that woman, and turned around in annoyance, but after taking two steps, he paused again, thought about it and turned back.

After frowning, Murong Wenyu entered through the window, and he found that he was a general and was in his own mansion, and it seemed that every time he came in, he used the window instead of the door.

The woman on the couch shrunk into a ball, like a cat waiting to be caressed, the thin quilt has been kicked under the bed by her, really like a child, she can kick the quilt, the weather in April, the night is as cold as water, Murong Wenyu bent down to pick up the thin quilt, and was about to cover her, but heard her say loudly, "Presumptuous, do you know who I am?"

Murong Wenyu's raised arm froze in the air, was this a reprimand for him? He was just covering her with a quilt.

But seeing that the woman's eyes on the bed were still closed, he knew that she was dreaming, Murong Wenyu unconsciously pulled the corners of her lips, she was not only very much like Rourou, but also as stubborn as a child, many times he knew that she was deliberately targeting him, but he was helpless about her targeting.

Putting the thin quilt on her body, Murong Wenyu was about to withdraw her hand, but she stretched out a hand and grabbed him, and then muttered with a deflated mouth: "General, you are finally here, concubine, afraid of death....."

Murong Wenyu looked at her stunned, when did she start to rely on herself? Hasn't she always been angry at each other? It seems that she is even more pitiful when she is asleep.

Because she grabbed her arm, Murong Wenyu couldn't get out, hesitated, he leaned over and hugged her and then leaned on the couch, Jian Xiyan was encircled by him in the crook of his arm, in order not to touch her injured arm, one of his hands kept supporting her arm.

The same body fragrance as Rourou warmed Murong Wenyu's tense nerves, and the fragrance on Rourou's body has always been his affection.

He once asked her, "Rourou, what incense do you smoke on you, and why does it smell so good?" He knew that women were good at incense, but the incense on her body was different from other women.