Fu Jun forgot about the struggle.

She seemed to sink into the transparent and warm water, and it was as if she was wrapped in a throbbing power.

"I never used to be a big deal." Meng Yuan opened his mouth again, his cello-like voice flowing in the warm air, making people slightly drunk, "It's just that I don't think so now." I can't wronged you because of me. My second brother will be promoted to the commander of the fifth military camp in a few days, and my mother-in-law is relieved and changes my identity as an outsider. However, if I run away, I am afraid that the Guogong Mansion will also be in chaos, and my mother-in-law and second brother are afraid that they will die of anger. That's what I want. ”

The further he spoke, the more gloating his tone became, and his attitude was very indifferent, as if he was talking about irrelevant people and things. And such rambling words are not his ordinary words.

But on the contrary, Fu Jun listened to it, and was distressed and sad because of the unfinished meaning in his words.

She thought, after all, she was still tempted.

I remember that there was a theory in my previous life: to hate a person, you start by hating that person's body; Conversely, liking someone begins with accepting their body. Because the body is instinct, the most direct reaction. All the additional external factors are man-made.

At that moment, Fu Jun's heart suddenly softened.

Why should she have to fight with herself? Or fight him?

The word love is an adventure in any era.

She was already soft for him, and her heart was beating and throbbing, but she had to look down on his commitment to her with the attitude of a modern person. Why is she? Just because she has a soul from modern times, her personality is greater than others. Her feelings are nobler than others?

At that moment, Fu Jun almost spit on himself.

Because she comes from modern times, she should know more about the meaning of respect and the value of equality.

Such a man, who could stand up at such a moment, stand in front of her and say such a thing to her, chose her without hesitation between her and all that he had.

He had already shown the utmost sincerity, and she, all she had to do was respond with sincerity. That's enough.

So. What did her heart think? In addition to that distraction, is she just as happy with him as he is?

With this thought, Fu Jun was a little confused.

Tempting and delightful. The blurred line in between. She doesn't guarantee that she'll be able to tell the difference. All she knew was her heartbeat right now. It's all for the person in front of you.

She looked into Meng Yuan's eyes.

His eyes were as clear as cold stars, dazzling, and clearly reflected her face, reddish, soft, with the delicacy and tenderness of youth. For a moment. Fu Jun felt that what was reflected in his eyes was not only her face, but also her heart.

She suddenly wanted to laugh, but the smile spread to her eyes, but there was a slight sourness.

Like the vines of spring entwined with the branches, and like the drizzle wetting the marshmallow in the hand, subtle, gentle, peaceful, and silent, but there was a thin "crackling" sound in the air, bursting out with a trace of sweet breath.

At least for this moment, she thought, she had to face her heart.

Fu Jun's eyes gradually spread a shallow smile.

"Once and for all, very good." She looked at him and said, all the uneasiness and confusion in her heart were also dissipated after these words.

He treats her with sincerity, and she should live up to her heart. This was the first factor in her reply to him.

It is difficult for two people to be happy in any era, and she is lucky to meet one, without any external interference, and there is no moral confusion, and there is no opposition between outlook on life and values. Her marriage to Meng Yuan was reasonable, reasonable, and not contrary to everything she had followed in her previous life. In ancient times in another time and space, this was almost unattainable.

In addition, this marriage allowed her to avoid the arrangement of entering the palace and escape the predetermined fate that was tightly wrapped around her. From a practical point of view alone, looking at the entire Han Dynasty, Meng Yuan is probably the only person who can marry her, dare to marry her, and marry her will not be a big problem.

After all, he is Liu Yun's brother-in-law, even if Liu Yun is the emperor, he will never rob a woman with his brother-in-law.

In this way, her marriage with Meng Yuan turned out to be an excellent marriage made in heaven.

Thinking of this, Fu Jun couldn't help but smile lightly.

Meng Yuan seemed to be a little stunned at this time.

His fingers were still resting on Fu Jun's chin, her smooth skin tossing and turning between his fingers, and her clear eyes tossing and turning on his face.

Suddenly, he felt like he couldn't bear it. Although, she only said a few words.

The wind was blowing again. At that moment, the air around him became extraordinarily pleasant, and his heart was filled with joy little by little.

She's got him!

A smile unconsciously appeared on his face, and the smile was growing.

He suddenly realized that his movements were inappropriate at the moment, and quickly let go of his hand, took two steps back, smiled lowly, and said, "That's good." ”

Fu Jun glanced at him.

She wasn't sure if she saw a hint of smugness in his face. The expression came so fast that she didn't have time to see it.

The eyes in his eyes that looked at her now were so gentle that she was a little afraid to look at her.

She lowered her head, hiding a trace of embarrassment by arranging her clothes, and then raised her head to look at Meng Yuan: "My hair is messy?" ”

The corners of Meng Yuan's mouth were smiling, and he whispered, "It's a little messy." With that, she took two natural steps forward and pulled the strands of hair from her sideburns behind her ears.

Fu Jun was a little uncomfortable and dodged, but he couldn't escape his agile skills. After smoothing her hair, he looked at her twice, pointed to a place on her hair and said, "This hairpin is also a little crooked." ”

Fu Jun straightened his hairpin according to his instructions. He looked at her forehead again, his eyes slid down, and then swept over her imprinted cherry pink lips.

His throat was a little dry again, and he turned to the side: "I didn't care about the severity, but it hurt you?" ”

Fu Jun shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, it's just that the mark is hard to erase." She was stunned suddenly, and her expression suddenly became extremely unnatural.

This conversation is really ambiguous, but she is still from modern times, but she didn't even understand it. However, at this moment, she didn't know how to say that it was not appropriate to be shy, and it was even more exaggerated to be angry.

Seeing Fu Jun's eyes wide open and standing there slightly stunned, Meng Yuan put his fist against the corner of his lips and laughed lowly.

She looked like she was stupid, and it was the first time he had seen her. And when he thought about the sentence he had just deliberately asked, he was a little moved.

Fu Jun couldn't help but glance at him. She should have discovered a long time ago, Meng Yuan was actually a little black-bellied. I can't say that he must have done it on purpose. Thinking of this, she glared at him again. (To be continued.) )