Inside the red gauze tent, she was lying on the bed, her black hair pouring out like a waterfall.
He stood by the bed, giving her one last chance to regret, but the desire in his eyes was raging deep in his pupils.
She hooked her bare hands around his neck and pulled him close to her body. Then she turned over without hesitation, put her lips on hers, and silently told him her determination not to regret. When Mo Feijun saw her turn around, the corners of his mouth squinted.
A smile that eclipses the world.
Then plunder the sweetness that belongs to her.
He knew that although she had been hit by the love potion, she was still conscious.
Now that she has no regrets, she must be willing to do so, and he has been waiting for this day... for a long time.
Some love begins with the collision of lips and teeth and disappears after the joy.
And some love, stationed from the bottom of the heart, forms a tree of love, and the lingering love is just a certain leaf. Those continuous loves are the flowers of beauty that bloom, and those years of staying together in life and death are...
The final result.
Before this life ends, the love between them may not be considered complete.
When your hair is really gray, you can still hold your hand, grow old together with your son, and still have your fingers intertwined, then it will be considered the end.
But their love is destined to have its day.
...Love turned into clouds and rain, falling on the red gauze tent. When it stopped, she panted slightly, put her bare hands around his neck, and blew the wind like an orchid, "I don't just like women, I like men."
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Now he would no longer doubt her love for women.
Yaya, when she thought of this incident, she felt helpless. She didn't expect that the joke of that day had taken root in his heart for so long.
He actually dared to throw a woman to him to remove the love potion. Hong Guoguo was suspicious of her orientation.
The most troubling thing is that even though she is clearly the one who is miserable, he still keeps his grievances low-key and mentions Hongxing's cheating on her.
Mo Feijun locked his hands around her waist, and his movements were quite warm, but what he said was cool enough to make all the men in the world unite to beat him up, "Well, now I know, except for me, you
You can assume that everyone else in the world is a woman."
She can only like him in this life.
Since she likes men rather than women, she can just treat those whose gender is currently men as women.
In this way...he is the only man in the world. The one she likes can only be him, and she doesn't even have the right to choose.
"Pfft..." Yun Dieyi's smile was as beautiful as a dream, "You are so domineering."
This is completely hegemonic. How can he be so loving?
Assuming that everyone else is a woman? This is obviously impossible. If she gives birth to a son in the future, will she also raise him as a daughter? Is it possible that instead of letting him learn the art of swordsmanship, let him learn embroidery?
Such shocking things decisively challenge people's endurance.
He hugged her, and she huddled in his arms. The atmosphere was like a fairyland covered with gauze, and even the air couldn't bear to break.
After a long time, Mo Feijun almost thought that Yun Dieyi had fallen asleep, and then she spoke with a soft voice, "I love you."
She thought she still owed him this.
Love is meant to be spoken, there is no need to hide it, and there is no need to be coy.
She didn't want to regret that one day she never told him that she loved him.
When the poison struck, he alone endured the will-destroying pain caused by the love poison because he loved her. There was no need for her to be stingy and unwilling to tell her love until now. This was unfair to herself and also unfair to her.