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"Qian Yumo!" She pushed him away angrily.

"Clouds..." He called her name and approached her sleepwalkingly.

She can't retreat, because behind her is the pool wall, so she can only put her hand against him and try to separate the two for a distance, but...

What is this?

The fingertips of her middle finger happened to fall on a little red mark on his chest... The red mark was round and small, slightly concave and convex.

She is a little strange.

This pool of water does have a miraculous effect. Those shy red marks are washed and soon disappear, but this...

Take a closer look, there are also patterns.

"Cloud..." She meditate and suddenly thought about it and looked at him: "What's going on?"

Facing her seriousness, Qian Yumo smiled, picked up the jade pendant she had been hanging around her neck, and showed her the end.

The corners of her eyes jumped... I don't know when the original smooth bottom was engraved with a traditional word "cloud". The brush strokes were powerful and the pen was elegant, which was exactly the mark he branded on his chest.

She suddenly remembered Huo Jia. The young old man once said to her... "Your object is a treasure. Only your destiny can move it in the future!"

Qian Yumo, he...

But this guy didn't feel any pain at all. Did he even lose his hand and brand this word so deeply?

He doesn't feel pain, and she...

"Amo..."

"Cloud," he stretched out his finger to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "I heard that people died to cross the bridge and drink Meng Po soup. Once you drink Meng Po soup, you will forget the past, so..."

The smile on the corners of my lips was blurred by the fog: "I want to find you with this trace. If I really forget, you have to help me remember that if you meet one in the future..."

The lips were immediately covered: "I won't allow you to talk nonsense!"

Gently pulled down her hand and looked into her eyes: "Don't think I'm noisy, I'm afraid... Once you refuse to say it, you won't have a chance in the future..."

"You still say it!" She was so angry that her tears had fallen.

"Okay, no more, no more." He hugged her and comforted her softly: "It's just a cloud, I want to have a baby with you..."

Suddenly, the person in his arms moved uncomportunately, but clung to his chest more tightly.

He smiled: "I want to leave you a little guy with my shadow to stay with you so that you won't be lonely..."

Laughing and sighing: "I'm selfish. I just want him to help me guard you so that you can't forget me..."

"Qian Yumo, what's wrong with you today? I don't want to hear this, I don't want to hear it!"

"Well, we won't say that. So what do you want to hear? Wink: "Have a baby?"

"You..."

"But I heard that it will hurt to give birth to the first one. Yuncai, are you afraid?"

She really thought about it for a moment, and Fang whispered, "Can you be the second one, sir?"

Qian Yumo laughed: "Okay, let's start from the second one!"

Luo Wen'er lay on ** angrily, and a thousand feather ink's kiss was thin and light on her back.

"I finally know why you have so many harems..."

Qian Yumo smiled and leaned down beside her: "What did you say?"

Her eyes were obviously saying that he was "asking knowingly".

He hugged her, stroked her thin butterfly bone, and said with a smile, "Do you regret it?"

Close your eyes and say, "I regret it!"

"Okay, I'm finally relieved. I can go to the harem..."

He got up, but was held down by her backhand: "How dare you!"

"It's just a joke, is this also angry?"

"You can't joke!"

Qian Yumo stopped his hand fiddling with her hair, squinted, and pretended to look at her: "Why didn't I expect Yuncai's jealousy to be so strong? No, I have experienced it for my husband a long time..."

The two remembered the fierce conflict caused by his marriage to Shufei at that time, and because of that conflict, she suffered so much and almost...

Qian Yumo lost his joking heart, and his eyes gradually repented: "Clouds..."

Luo Wener just hated his flowers and provoked him, and suddenly became angry and asked for the old accounts to be settled together.

"All right, I'm wrong, I'm wrong..."

Qian Yumo can easily control her little fist.

"Qian Yumo, I'm out of breath!"

"It's okay, I'll give it to my wife..."

With that, his lips came over and kissed her half-open and half-opened little mouth.

Six days passed, and the two stayed together so quietly for the first time. Luo Wener stroked the smooth hair on her body and looked at the strings of lilies gently rotating by the bed. The long hair seemed to draw countless thoughts, and the lilies jingling sang as if to awaken countless memories. Therefore, the little things of the past, the sweetness of recent days, the wind and rain of the past, and the love of today all come to my heart.

Her heart was like floating on water and gradually full of swelling. She unconsciously hugged the man and called in a low voice: "Amo..."

"Clouds..." His voice sounded quietly in his ear, and the emptiness of the wind chimes seemed so ethereal: "You know, those women in my harem are related to interests. Of course, some people have ruined their country. If they want to leave, I will give them a chance. If they want to stay, I will support them, but..."

She knew that he never touched those women, and he couldn't even remember who they were. The people he contacted and "favored" were all people related to their interests.

She knows all these, and she can also distinguish what is true and what is acting. Although some plays really don't look comfortable, just like the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. She later realized that he wanted to anger her and force her to express her scruples to completely let go of this heart disease. But every time I think about it, I can't tell what it feels like. And she knows better that if she wants to stay with him, she will never avoid these scenes.