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"Zhuge Yue!" Chu Qiao pushed him angrily, "You bully people!" ”

He suddenly hugged her, so caught off guard, so forcefully, knocking all the quilts on her body and the cotton cloth on top of her head away. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

He turned her face over and kissed her hard, holding her so tightly that it seemed to rub her into his body. He breathed low, his hands wrapped around her waist, and the two bodies were so close to each other that he could even feel each other's heartbeats.

One, two, three......

"Chu Qiao." He looked at her, and suddenly called her name, as if a fire had ignited in his eyes, and he didn't blink his eyes, but said firmly, "Marry me." ”

Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment, the light shone on Zhuge Yue's face, half of his face was bright, and the other half was hidden in the shadows, which looked a little unreal. She felt as if she was hallucinating, and she was at a loss for what to say, but she opened her mouth but didn't know how to answer.

"Xing'er." He looked at her silently and called again.

She was a little dizzy and responded, "Huh? ”

"I love you."

Like a bomb exploding overhead, Chu Qiao felt that his face was feverish, his body was heating up rapidly, and his thoughts were like cement with water added to it, and he froze all of a sudden. She looked at him stupidly, there was something pleasant but flustered in her chest that was jumping hard, Chu Qiao hurriedly covered it with her hand, as if if if it was about to jump out if she didn't hold it down.

"Been in love for a long time, you know?" He asked her so lightly, as if the two of them were discussing someone else's business, without the slightest hint of crampedness or panic.

Chu Qiao nodded, "Yes." ”

"What about you?" His eyes were so bright that Chu Qiao felt as if he was about to suffocate.

She mustered up her courage and whispered, "Me too." ”

He refused to let her go, and asked with a smile, "What are you?" ”

The boat is really small, Chu Qiao thought like this at this time, why is the room so small and so hot, she has to be out of breath!

"Say." He leaned forward very domineeringly, gently pinched her pointed chin, and said, "What are you too?" ”

"I ...... too" Chu Qiao clenched his fist hard, and many pictures came from thousands of rivers and mountains, "I love you too." ”

I love you too......

The voice was soft, but it pierced the darkness of the night and illuminated the smile on his face. He kissed her on the forehead and asked, "Since when?" ”

When? I don't know, maybe it's the reunion at the foot of the sunset mountain, maybe it's the look back in the lights of the Xianyang Lantern Festival, maybe it's the voice of "live" under Qianzhang Lake.

Perhaps, a long time ago, the hug in the Meishan Imperial Mausoleum was the ambiguity of Wupengcheng's accidental collision, the tacit understanding and companionship of supporting each other and fighting side by side along the way, and the tears he shed when he rescued her from Zhao Chun'er in Tang Jingcheng.

Or maybe it goes back to more than ten years ago, it was that time in the room full of the scent of bluegrass, the stubborn young man wiped away her tears and snot with a white handkerchief, and it was like that, and then willful, stubborn, and savage entered her heart.

Don't say hello or ask her if she's willing.

"I don't know." She reached out to stroke his brow, which was slightly furrowed because of dissatisfaction, "Maybe it was a long, long time ago, so long ago that I don't even know which time, I can't tell which time." She leaned into his arms and said softly, "Maybe it's a lot of times, little by little, I can't remember." ”

"What a fool." He hugged her and suddenly smiled and said, "Actually, I don't know." ”

Yes, maybe that's it. No one knows which time, love always comes quietly, and by the time you find out, it is already ingrained.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips, cheeks, earlobes, and neck, spreading little by little, kissing the thin collarbone.

Chu Qiao's body became softer and softer, and gradually snuggled up to him.

Zhuge Yue's body became hot, and the hand on his waist gradually moved upward, like a raging fire, gradually burning Chu Qiao's remaining sanity.

"Yikes!" Chu Qiao suddenly exclaimed, and after a whirlwind, he was picked up and pressed on the bed.

Most of my clothes were wet, and I was not much different from what I wasn't wearing.

He just looked at her, frowning slightly, as if thinking about something, but his eyes were burning.

Heavy breathing sounded in her ears, her moist lips caught her small earlobes, and a tingling sensation like an electric shock suddenly came, and the strap on the side of the placket was deftly torn open, revealing a small beige obscene garment inside, on which a goose-yellow bird was embroidered.

The rounded shoulders were exposed to the air, slightly cool, and the slender fingers swept over, arousing a shuddering softness, moving all the way sideways, the little finger was raised, the strap around the neck unfolded, and the clothes suddenly slid down. Chu Qiao was startled and instinctively pulled back, but only got a short chuckle above his head.

"Shy?"

Chu Qiao struggled to get out of his embrace, stupidly pointed to the candle at the foot of the bed, his voice was hoarse, and said pitifully: "Blow the lamp." ”

Zhuge Yue suddenly laughed happily, still his usual appearance, turned his head and didn't make a sound, but he could see the arc of the corners of his mouth.

There was silence all around, except for the occasional waterfowl outside, flapping their wings across the river.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid. ”

The brocade was smooth, and the moment his kiss fell, she was in a trance and suffocated for a while, her body gradually became hot, and her clothes were removed layer by layer, leaving that shy **,

Smooth, snow-white, like glazed jade, skillfully carved from the construction site.

This is a territory that no one has ever set foot in, swaying with youthful vitality and lingering, he gently covers it, and when the skin touches, it burns like a hot fire.

The breath was completely swallowed up, her face pressed against his shoulder blade, and she suddenly saw the hideous wound, and her body was cold, and she shivered vividly.

He felt it, and quickly covered her eyes with his hands and whispered, "Don't look." ”

She pulled his hand away and wrapped her trembling hand around his shoulder, the soft skin of her cheeks clinging to his wound, tears streaming down her lines and meandering over the black-red scar.

Zhuge Yue silently took her into his arms, and didn't speak, just quietly watched her cry.

On the day of Li Ce's burial, she vowed never to shed any more tears. But at this moment, looking at the scars on his body, looking at the place where she had been repeatedly stabbed by herself, she was still very sad. She hugged him tightly, afraid that if she let go, he would disappear. It was as if in that frozen lake a long time ago, she let go of her hand and couldn't see him.

"Zhuge Yue, I'm sorry." She cried.

"Fool." Zhuge Yue kissed her cloud-like hair, chuckled and said, "I was broken by you, you have to be responsible for me." ”

Chu Qiao knew that he was joking, and while sobbing, he returned the question: "The injury on the shoulder doesn't count...... It's not broken. ”

Zhuge Yue smiled in a low voice, her eyes were as black as a pool, bottomless, and she could only see her light shadow like a lotus. His soft lips gently kissed away the tears on her cheeks, and he whispered, "No matter what, you will be responsible." ”

His arm was so strong that it almost hurt her, but in the pain, she was so happy, as if she was immersed in a huge ocean of joy.

How good, there can still be today, once upon a time, she thought that everything would come to an abrupt end, buried in the cold lake, and there was no turning back.

The lingering is getting deeper and deeper, there is fine sweat sliding down the forehead, the river is blue on all sides, no human voices can be heard, time seems to stand still at this moment, the wind has stopped blowing, only they are left, in a splendid splendor......

Chu Qiao couldn't help but mutter, arching his body in pain, and a warm fishy breath slipped from between his legs, a little bright red, like cinnabar.

His movements froze suddenly, a flash of disbelief flashed between his brows, and then, he looked at her deeply, as if through layers of mist, looking for a path forward to the distant lights.

Her face was so red, her lips were red and swollen, she reached out and grabbed her bedclothes, nervously covering her chest, and when she saw him looking over, she was stunned and silent.

He suddenly laughed, Chu Qiao had never seen him smile like this. At first, he just grinned slightly, but gradually he laughed, and then the sound became louder and louder, so frightened that Chu Qiao hurriedly stretched out his little hand and tried to cover his mouth.

He suddenly buried his head in her neck socket and whispered, "Xing'er, I'm so happy." ”

Her arms were so slender that they encircled his waist; He's in such a good figure that he's like a CK jeans model on TV. She grinned happily in the dark, the red candles had gradually gone out, the candles were surging with tears, and she smiled and thought, this is my cave candle.

After so many people, so many things, and so much time, national hatred and family hatred, life and death, time and space, this life and past life, step by step, still come to today.

She buried herself in his shoulders and wept uncontrollably. In the middle of the night, it rained, pounding on the plank, wading in the light boat, shuttling in the waterways of the mountains, faintly able to hear the wind cruising, and the late autumn rain, a trace of hitting in the silent river.

Chu Qiao woke up late at night, the green silk was scattered around his neck, his cheeks were blushing, his eyes were sleepy, and his skin was like white satin, hidden in the splendor. She stretched out her slender lotus arm and touched it, but it was cold. She was startled, her sleepiness disappeared, and she sat up suddenly, only to see that the room was empty, and she was the only one. It was still pitch black outside the window, and it was raining at some point.

She suddenly panicked and rolled over and got out of bed, but as soon as her toes touched the ground, her knees suddenly weakened, and the faint pain in her lower body spread so vividly throughout her body, as if to remind her that everything in the past has changed.

Chu Qiao put on a navy blue dress embroidered with light white flowers and leaves, with a cloud-like shawl with water sleeves, picked up a bamboo bone green umbrella, opened the hatch, and walked out.

It's a little cold outside, and the drizzle is like silk, like a cow's drizzle in early spring, blown obliquely by the wind, even with an umbrella, there is still rain mischievously hitting the skirt from time to time, and swirling lightly in the night wind. She hurried across the empty deck, her skirt already wet, and the darkness of the sky rushed over on all sides, the peaks on both sides of the river towering high, and the occasional long and faint ape cry could be heard.

He stood on the bow of the ship facing the wind, as if he had been standing for a long time, dressed in a moon-white robe, tall and handsome, faintly revealing a trace of depressed depression in the twilight shadows. Hearing the footsteps, he turned his head and saw that it was her, and he was not surprised, but just stretched out his hand and called quietly: "Come here." ”

Chu Qiao hurriedly ran over and covered the umbrella above his head, although the rain was light, it would get wet if he stood for a long time. His clothes were damp and coldly steamy. She frowned and said, "Didn't you see that it was raining?" ”

The mountain wind whined and passed between them, the wide sleeves of their robes slightly bulging in the wind. He held her fingers with bony, slender and powerful. He suddenly held her in his arms, without saying a word, just quietly holding her, not with force, but as if there was a steel force to imprison her, so that she did not dare to make a little movement.

Just look at the refreshing one