Night fell and the stars were shining brightly, but he seemed to have lost his soul, listening to the guards coming all the way to report.
Every step of the way there was news that the princess was not found.
Sure enough...
There was severe pain in his chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes closed, and he fell off the horse.
Several guards were frightened and immediately cut a stretcher to carry him back home.
When he reached the city gate, he woke up and stood up, his face was ashen.
The guard panicked and said: "Your Majesty, I will send you to see the doctor."
Mu Youche's body stood straight, his face was expressionless, his voice was cold, and he said calmly: "This king is not dead yet, go back to your home."
When he returned to the courtyard, Xiao Lan pretended to be Chu Yue and walked out happily, "I'm back."
She couldn't help but almost threw herself into his arms, and couldn't help but laugh.
Mu Youche stared at her, so similar, so similar.
Good means. Her means are even better.
Xiao Lan remembered that Chu Yue said she couldn't smile at him or be too affectionate, so she straightened her face and said, "You came back so early."
Mu Youche was shocked, almost doubting that she hadn't left. These words and expression looked so much like hers.
He looked at her fascinatedly and fell into a trance.
Xiao Lan curled her lips and snorted coldly, but her heart was filled with joy.
She turned and walked back into the house.
Mu Youche grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.
The woman's soft body spun around, clinging to him like duckweed.
He lowered his head, kissed her lips, and turned around.
My heart aches so much that it almost breaks.
Every time he thought he would die, but every time he didn't.
How much strength does he still have to wait until she comes back?
The country is in dire straits and is under attack from both internal and external enemies.
But he couldn't keep his woman.
He called her softly, "Yue'er..."
Xiao Lan's heart softened and she couldn't help but respond to him.
He picked her up horizontally, strode into the room, and placed her on the bed.
Xiao Lan wanted not to respond to him, to restrain herself, but he was so charming, her whole body was soft, and as soon as his lips landed on her chest, she almost turned into water.
As soon as he pushed into her body, she was so happy that she screamed.
Mu Youche closed his eyes, there was no joy, only pain.
But she forced herself to do it, as if telling herself that this would prove that she hadn't left.
Deep down in my heart I was telling myself that only in this way could I prove that I didn't care about her.
She can leave without any nostalgia, and he can be tender with others without any nostalgia.
Xiao Lan was exhausted. He was too strong. She devoted herself wholeheartedly to him and had orgasms one after another.
