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

"I'll wash it later." She finished.

Then the whole body climbed up to him, starting from the earlobe and kissing gently, carefully tracing the outline of his cheek and the corners of his lips.

Lu Peifeng was almost unable to restrain himself, but his mind still maintained a trace of clarity. He still couldn't let go of the things that bothered him.

"Do you love me?"

Meng Liu paused, and felt a thump in his heart. It finally happened, and Lu Peifeng's stubborn temper showed up again.

She replied: "Of course, I love you the most."

Lu Peifeng lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "I will take it seriously."

"What I said was not a lie." She continued with a firm tone.

Lu Peifeng rubbed her cheek and met her eyes: "You provoke me this time. Unless I die, I will not let you go again."

"Unless I die, I won't let you go!" Meng Liu told him.

Even though he knew that her words were only 30% true, Lu Peifeng still couldn't help but fall in love. What she did in the past two days was imprinted in his heart. The two years of disappearance and Shen Twelve seemed to be unimportant.

He refused to think about those possibilities. At this moment, he was screaming in his heart, so be it. Why should he suffer from lust every day, while she could carelessly tease those men? No matter from body to heart, he wanted her to just Belongs to him alone.

So what if she had been with another man for two years that he didn't know about. From tonight on, he would never let her go.

Lu Peifeng exerted a little force, their bodies turned around, and his hands began to wander. He had no experience at all and only relied on instinct to light the fire. He only felt that she was very different from him. No matter where she was, she was so soft and tender, like a piece of tofu. It will break if you apply force.

"Meng Liu..." He murmured, not daring to put all his weight on her. He raised his body slightly, knelt in front of her, and looked at her emotional expression.

Meng Liu suddenly stared at him with eyes that were hot and infatuated.

From the perspective of a woman looking at a man, Lu Peifeng is really good-looking, with two sword-shaped eyebrows flying into his temples, a straight bridge of his nose and thin, moist lips. He was still a little thin in the past two years, and he also trained in the military. When he came out, he had full muscles, but he didn't look scary.

His usually gentle temperament now seems a bit strong. Lu Peifeng naturally saw the admiration and admiration in her eyes. All the previous worries no longer existed, and his warm lips fell.

His hand fell on her slender waist, squeezing it again and again as if he couldn't put it down. It took a while before the position was changed.

A naughty question rang in her ears: "Mom, do you like it?"

Meng Liu pinched him quickly: "At this time, you are not allowed to call me mother."

He laughed softly and did not retort. Instead, he kissed her neck devoutly, and finally landed on the white tenderness on the left side. He looked at her expression while kissing her. Seeing that she liked it, he also touched her right hand with one hand. side, making sounds from time to time in his mouth.

"Don't..."

"Has Shen Twelve ever treated you like this?" His sour voice sounded again.

Meng Liu opened his eyes and was stunned, and his body quickly cooled down: "What are you talking about? Why are you mentioning him?"

Sensing her tension, Lu Peifeng pursed his lips. Sure enough, he couldn't even lift it.

Meng Liu was simply frightened by him. When she did such a thing, mentioning her son was like pouring a basin of cold water on her, chilling her from head to toe.

"Feel sorry."

Meng Liu also guessed that he must have misunderstood something, so he could only repeat again: "Shen Twelve and I..."

Before she could say anything, he blocked her lips and couldn't bear to hear it anymore. He didn't want to hear about how loving they were in the past. He wanted to cover it with his own mark and make her forget that memory completely.

Lu Peifeng seemed to have found a strange forest in a dream. He explored and opened a path. Heavy rain fell and the soil was muddy. This place where no one had been before could not even accommodate him.

He walked with difficulty, finally entering the forest through the moist soil. But he encountered a door made of earth, and he opened it with joy. There was a cave inside, and there was a waterfall, sloping down along his footsteps.

As the door fell, a stream of red rocks fell with it.

He hugged Meng Liu almost ecstatically.

"Mother, mother..." The admiration burst out at this moment.

*

Meng Liu slept particularly soundly that night. The sky is brightening, and the sunlight shines softly on the couch through the window.

She stretched out sleepily, and suddenly caught sight of Lu Peifeng's bright eyes, and was startled: "Why don't you get up when you wake up?"

His arm was resting under her head, which was already a little numb, but he was happy with it and still couldn't bear to sleep, for fear that yesterday was just a dream.

"I'm so happy." He couldn't help himself.

Meng Liu pinched his face: "What are you happy about?"

A smile appeared on Lu Peifeng's restrained face, and he felt indescribable. As long as he thought that he had misunderstood her for so long and had a temper with her, he felt that he could not make up for it even if he died.

I stared at her beautiful face all night, almost constantly thinking about how to make up for it.

I was both happy and angry, as if I never heard her finish every time. It turned out that she and Shen Twelve were really mother and son. Perhaps because of my own experience, I felt that everyone was the same as him.

"Mom, please marry me." He said suddenly.

Meng Liu was shocked: "I told you not to call me mother again!"

Lu Peifeng giggled: "What do you call me? Madam."

Meng Liu's teeth were a bit sore. Even after so many lifetimes of tasks, he was still not used to the sticky names between lovers.

"Forget it, you can call me whatever you like."

"Then how about you get married to me?" This was his obsession. Lu Peifeng's only wish in his life was to marry her.

Meng Liu was not reluctant, but he was a little unhappy after thinking about all the complications of getting married: "Ah, getting married is so troublesome, and there are so many etiquettes."

Lu Peifeng kissed her cheek: "You don't need to worry, I've already prepared it."

Meng Liu squeezed his hand: "Okay, you have been planning this for a long time, right? You were angry with me two days ago. Where did you find the time to prepare?"

He smiled, how could he let her know that he had no intention of letting her go from the beginning, he just wanted her to coax him for two more days. He simply turned over and covered her, grabbed her lips and kissed her for a while.

Seeing that he might not be able to get up until noon if he continued, Meng Liu quickly stopped him and patted him on the back: "Get up!"

Lu Peifeng was emotionally moved over and over again that night. Seeing that she was unwilling, he had no intention of forcing him. After all, he was a shy person with a thin skin. He was embarrassed to torment her on such matters, so he forced himself to nod and help her dress one by one. Nice clothes.

Opening the door, Yuan Xiang and Shen Zhou both blushed and smiled lowly.

It can be said that the young lady and the young master are well-liked by everyone. In the past few years, if nothing else, they have been extremely anxious.