From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

She had the upper hand from beginning to end in their relationship. She could leave when she wanted and come back when she wanted. If she got him so easily this time, how could he bear it next time if she wanted to leave on a whim again.

"If it's not mother, what is it?" He frowned.

Meng Liu was asked by him, yes, what are they if they are not mother and son? Their relationship seems to have never been confirmed.

Let alone Lu Peifeng, even if she thought about it from his perspective, she felt that she was sick. Four years ago, it was clear that everything was going to be on the right track, but it just broke up.

She stood up shakily due to the breath of alcohol, took his hand, her heart skipped a beat and her eyes closed, planning to use the same trick twice. This time, just when she was about to kiss the corner of his lips, his big hands restrained her waist.

There was only a small distance, but I just couldn't get close to him.

"Mom is drunk." Lu Peifeng said in a low voice. After speaking, regardless of whether she agreed or not, he took her directly to the couch next to him.

Meng Liu grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Do you want to leave?"

Lu Peifeng sighed: "I asked Yuan Xiang to come in and wash you up."

"No." She refused.

Seeing that Lu Peifeng still wanted to leave, she hugged his waist and said, "Don't leave, I miss you."

His steps paused, and the next second he forcefully moved her hand away and left the room.

Meng Liu lay on the bed and looked up at the bed curtain. Alas, what else could he do? She was a little sad. It seemed that the relationship between them had not lasted long. Except for the half year they spent together in Weiyonghou's mansion, they had been separated since then.

When did the obedient and gentle Lu Peifeng in my memory turn into such a tough-tempered person? That's right, he has always been a very stubborn person at heart, otherwise he wouldn't have shown no mercy to his grandmother and biological father, and would have left as soon as he said he wanted to.

Does the current situation mean that he will never forgive her?

Meng Liu's mind is full of imagination and strange ideas.

The familiar footsteps sounded again. Lu Peifeng pursed his lips and held a basin of warm water, wrung out the sweat towel and wiped her hands. His movements were meticulous, down to every finger.

Meng Liu looked sideways at him and smiled happily: "You haven't left yet?"

"Ah."

A pair of green fingers were wiped clean by him. He wet the sweat towel again and wiped her face. He had a tigerish face as if he was angry, but his hands were not heavy. He painted her eyebrows, bridge of nose, and... Cheeks, chin...

Meng Liu took his hand again, this time her fingertips crossed and interlocked with his.

"Why didn't you leave?"

Lu Peifeng took two breaths to answer the question: "Mother is drunk."

With the strength of his hand, Meng Liu sat up suddenly. This time, without waiting for him to react, he put his arms around his neck and pressed his face against his. He wanted to distance himself again.

Meng Liu used some strength: "Don't move, let me hug you."

Lu Peifeng's strength seemed to collapse all of a sudden. She was originally angry, but her coquettish tone was like a whisper between lovers, and he couldn't refuse her no matter what.

Meng Liu felt reassured. Lu Peifeng's behavior didn't seem like he had no feelings for her. He was probably still angry about what happened four years ago.

Just have feelings. She's familiar with this. If you are quarreling or angry or something like that, just do one shot. If it doesn't work, just do two shots. Her movements began to become irregular, and her face moved from the side to the front, meeting his eyes. He lowered her eyes slightly to avoid his gaze.

She wanted to start with a kiss.

"After this kiss, how long will you have to disappear?"

His tone was full of resentment, and the tips of his eyes and nose began to turn red. Meng Liu suddenly didn't dare to continue his actions. She could kiss him regardless, but she felt that might make things worse.

Lu Peifeng was like an abandoned kitten at the moment, full of grievances. Even though he was as thick-skinned as Meng Liu, he didn't dare to do anything to him at will, not because he didn't dare, but because he couldn't bear it.

"Don't be angry. I won't leave this time. I will stay with you for the rest of my life." Meng Liu expressed his stance hurriedly.

Lu Peifeng pulled up the corners of his lips and tried to smile, but he couldn't. What did they say about forever and a lifetime? If you really want to leave, what's the use of these false promises.

In fact, he didn't know what he was being pretentious about, but he was just full of sourness.

For him, he rarely got anything that truly belonged to him since he was a child. When he was in Weiyonghou Mansion, he had clothes and shoes made according to the seasons, and the servants around him. The old lady said that this autumn sweater was too much. It's boring, don't wear it next time. He had to take off his clothes obediently and put them at the bottom of the box.

So in the past twenty years, what he has become most accustomed to is letting go. Let go of all obsessions and everything that never belonged to him.

It was she who first appeared in his life, who first understood his preferences, who accompanied him to overcome his fear during thunderstorms, and whose first kiss established their relationship.

Those things that were extremely beautiful to him, she threw away whenever she wanted. Who is he?

It's not that Lu Peifeng hasn't thought about letting her go completely, but maybe he only has this little light in his life. The more he wants to let go, the more he can't.

Meng Liu also felt something. She knew that he was different from other men. Because of his past growth experience, Lu Peisheng was particularly paranoid. She has never studied psychology and doesn't know what to do in this situation.

He doesn't believe the promises, and refuses the actions.

"Lu Peifeng, don't be angry. It was not what I wanted four years ago, but at that time I really had a reason to reject you. In the past few years, I have had no one else, and I have only been thinking about you from beginning to end. "Meng Liu explained with difficulty.

"Where is Mr. Shen?" he asked.

She said dryly: "He's gone."

"What's his relationship with you?" Lu Peifeng's question came belatedly.

Meng Liu was stuck. After much deliberation, he could only answer: "He is my son."

She still refused to tell. Lu Peifeng didn't want to hear anymore. The reason for leaving, and Shen Twelve who stood between them, no matter which one, she was unwilling to tell him the truth. How could he believe her?

He pulled away, let go of her hand again, left without saying a word, and did not come back this time.

Meng Liu was completely dumbfounded, what should we do?

None of the previous methods were available, but she seemed to have no means at all. He refused to accept any of the physical fusion or emotional commitment.

[Tsk, tsk, tsk, Lu Peifeng’s method is nothing to say, it can make you speechless. 】The system's mentality of looking forward to a good show is sufficient.

Meng Liu ignored his joking [System, have you bound to other hosts before? 】

[Of course, I am an outstanding employee of the Space and Time Bureau for three consecutive years! All the previous hosts are now top bosses, and you are the worst batch of missionaries I have ever led! 】