"My lord, I'm very tired today."

She got up neatly, put the book on the side of the bed, and came forward to widen his clothes, and after taking off only the underwear, she pulled him to sit down on the side of the bed.

The woman who lowered her head in front of her and thumped her legs, her eyelashes like a small fan cast a shadow under her eyes, and she was wearing only a pure white undershirt and a black robe of her own.

He reached out and grabbed her hand.

Her slightly cool fingertips were instantly warmed by his warm palms.

Diao Chan looked up and was stunned.

And not just because he suddenly grabbed his hand.

It's because she really saw the fiery heartbeat in his eyes for the first time.

He was a little hot, but like a spark of a star, he could instantly burn the barrenness in her heart.

With a strong arm, the man pulled the woman squatting in front of him, sat on his lap, put his left hand on the side of her face, and kissed her on the lips.

She hadn't come back to her senses, but she had melted into water in his tenderness.

After the kiss, he pulled her hand into his palm again, and looked at her with a smile on his lips: "Is it still cold?" ”

The still some confused girls shook their heads, and they were still a little out of breath: "It's not cold now.."

He reached out and rubbed her head, the soft hair swept across his palm, and Lu Bu sighed for no reason: "Why you." ”

"What?"

Diao Chan didn't seem to understand his headless words.

"It's okay, let's sleep."

After Lu Bu gently took off her outer robe, he threw it on the screen casually, and then put her on the bed, reached out and took off the hair crown on her head and put it on the side of the bed, and lay down on her side.

She turned over to face him, took the initiative to reach out and grab his hand in the quilt, and asked softly, "Why are you busy until late at night today?" ”

But he replied, "How?" Can't you sleep without me? ”

Seeing that the topic was pulled away from his direction, Diao Chan could only grin and said, "Yes, the concubine feels a little cold today." ”

Lu Bu stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms.

In the past, he only did this after she fell asleep, and when she woke up, she had already gone out to practice martial arts, so even though she had slept together for so many days, she was also confused, and today is the first time she has rarely been awake.

Moment.

Blushing and heartbeating.

"Your Excellency..."

She was very shy.

"What's wrong?"

For him, it seems that he is already very familiar with the movements, and he is even about to become a habit, and he is used to having such a person in his arms.

The man's broad and warm chest was close to her, and the originally cold body instantly warmed up, and she struggled for a long time, and finally made up her mind to raise her head and kiss his Adam's apple.

He said in a very low voice: "The concubine is very pleasing to the adult." ”

It was so whispered that she thought only she could hear it.

Thinking that he had been busy all day and was very tired, he had fallen asleep.

But she didn't want to, after she closed her eyes, the man beside her hooked the corners of her lips slightly.

This night, he was always dreamless, but he had a rare dream.

In the dream, it was a long, long time ago, when he was still a lonely and nameless soldier, when he was dying on the side of the road, the wandering convoy was stationed, and the gentle hand sent him clear water.

"Live." The little girl's voice is as beautiful as heaven.

Night fell, the breeze blew the artemisia grass, and around the burning fire, the girl danced.

In the dream, the girl's face gradually became clear in the dance.

Cicadas.

She.

It's his cicada.

Can he touch that warmth?

Can he have that kind of beauty?

Why her?

Why, it turned out to be her.

She may not remember, or even know that there was a handful of water.

Up to now, it was the last straw that bent this god of war who barely supported the coldness, and the high walls and cold tiles he built outside his true heart were always inadvertently shattered by her.

In front of her, he was crushed.

He even wished that time would stand still like this, forever and ever.

Don't go on any longer.

A petal falls as her dance ends, and the dream fades.

In an instant, she was indifferent, and she walked into the camp in a blue dress, and the soldiers on the side called her: "Scout." ”

Scout?

She's a scout?

It's a familiar her, but it's also a strange her.

He was familiar with her face, but what was unfamiliar was her expression, so cold and stiff, not at all like the one he knew her.

This is not the cicada he knows.

He looked at the Diao Chan, who was called the scout, knelt down in front of Cao Cao and saluted, and said loudly: "Lord, the task has been completed, and Lu Bu, the god of war, is no longer fighting and undefeated." ”

High sits the new victor, the fisherman who has profited.

Cao Cao laughed loudly and presumptuously: "There is no god of war anymore, Lu Bu? It's just an ant, Scout, you've done a good job, go back. ”

Moment.

Like falling into an ice cave.

It's not that he doesn't understand why, it's just that he doesn't want to believe it, he doesn't want to accept such a result.

Such a dream is really terrifying, as if it was something that had happened clearly.

The god of war Lu Bu has fallen, then all the glory he once had will be erased, and history has always been recorded by the victors, and the rest of the people will be lost in the long river of busy history.

He wasn't unwilling, but he couldn't believe it could be her.

It's not that he doesn't understand why, it's just that he doesn't want to believe it, and he doesn't want to accept such a result.

Such a dream is really terrifying, as if it was something that had happened clearly.

The god of war Lu Bu has fallen, then all the glory he once had will be erased, and history has always been recorded by the victors, and the rest of the people will be lost in the long river of busy history.

He wasn't unwilling, but he couldn't believe it could be her. It's not that he doesn't understand why, it's just that he doesn't want to believe it, he doesn't want to accept such a result.

Such a dream is really terrifying, as if it was something that had happened clearly.

The god of war Lu Bu has fallen, then all the glory he once had will be erased, and history has always been recorded by the victors, and the rest of the people will be lost in the long river of busy history.

He wasn't unwilling, but he couldn't believe it could be her.