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

He looked faintly at her face: "I am also a man."

"There are no outsiders here, so don't abide by your rules. As long as you don't tell me, who will know these things?"

Que Jin was speechless, forget it, she could do whatever she wanted. I have long been accustomed to her sharp tongue. If not for this, Xing Jingyao would not have left her speechless.

Meng Liu tilted his head and looked at him with squinted eyes, and suddenly chuckled, "Catch me."

In the mottled light and shadow, she jumped down from the tall tree without any hesitation. Que Jin hurriedly caught her, and their bodies were close to each other.

The unique feminine fragrance swept into the nostrils, and the two soft balls were pressed against her chest. His hand on her back loosened in panic.

This woman didn't dress properly, so he didn't dare to move now, for fear of touching something he shouldn't touch.

"Prime Minister Que, are you afraid that you can't control yourself?" She looked up at him with a smile.

The two of them were very close, with only a fist-sized distance between their faces.

Que Jin turned his face sideways: "No."

"Then are you hard?" she said innocently.

Que Jin frowned and thought he might have heard wrong.

"What did you say?"

Meng Liu thought it was quite funny. With this veteran cadre-like character, he wondered if he would still be so restrained at certain moments.

"I said, did you react when you saw my body?"

Que Jin couldn't care less, pushed Meng Liu away, and strode away with a sullen face.

Meng Liu was dumbfounded, didn't she just tease him a few words, but her reaction was so big.

Que Jin is not a person who expresses his emotions. He is used to keeping his joy and anger hidden. He has been studying the books of sages since he was a child and he has always adhered to propriety and integrity.

He has always taken this as his guideline in life. He never gets too close to someone and always has a gentle demeanor on his face.

He can get along gently with anyone.

But if you ask him what kind of person he hates the most, he can clearly answer: frivolous.

He hates those dandy boys who visit brothels and prostitutes, and hates the bureaucracy with so many concubines in the mansion. Likewise, he also hates women who are flirtatious and showy.

This kind of dislike does not distinguish between men and women. As long as his private life is immodest, he will dislike it equally.

Under normal circumstances, he can be patient and maintain a gentle and calm surface. This is very easy for him.

Que Jin is eight years older than Meng Liu, perhaps because his parents died young. He has known how to restrain himself, observe etiquette, and maintain his manners since he was a boy. After becoming the prime minister, he never lost control of his emotions.

But now facing Meng Liu, it was difficult for him to remain calm on the surface.

He walked to the stream with an expressionless face and washed away the dirt all over his body.

Even though his expression was gloomy, Meng Liu was not afraid. He followed him with a smile and watched him wash clothes.

Que Jin's face was expressionless: "Put on your clothes. If someone comes to find you, it will be inappropriate for you to do this."

"We'll wait until someone comes. Remind me then."

Que Jin looked at her coldly, with no warmth in his eyes. If Meng Liu wasn't a woman, he would have to teach her a lesson.

Que Jin was shocked as soon as this idea appeared. He had never had such violent emotions before. If he continued to stay with her, he didn't know what he would do.

Just when he said no more and was about to go around her with his washed coat, his temples started to beat wildly because of her actions again.

"What on earth are you doing?" The voice became a little colder.

Meng Liu has always felt that she is in a high position in relationships, which means she is able to manipulate the other person's emotions easily.

For example, right now, she just wanted to see what this defender could do to her.

Facing Que Jin's angry eyes, she reached directly behind her back, unbuckled, and a pair of white rabbits suddenly jumped out. This was the first time she had done this. Her heartbeat was abnormally fast, and her cheeks and body were a little red from the sun.

The picture he saw unconsciously yesterday appeared in Que Jin's eyes in a more complete manner.

He never expected that Meng Liu would do such a thing.

I saw with my own eyes that Que Jin's eyes changed from surprise and shock to anger and anger.

"Put it on."

His eyes looked like he wanted to kill someone, and Meng Liu forcefully pressed the small piece of fabric into his hand.

"I've sweated a lot after wearing it for a day. Please wash it for me."

She looked at him provocatively, Que Jin pinched the piece of fabric tightly, and he lowered his head.

His body was undergoing normal changes, but he didn't even know it.

Meng Liu glanced at that teasingly, jumped directly into the river, and swam back and forth like a bath.

Seeing Que Jin's tall body squatting by the river to wash her clothes, the smile in Meng Liu's eyes deepened.

His expression was still ugly, and the veins in his neck were bulging with anger. Meng Liu slowly swam in front of him.

"Are you so angry? It's nothing." The soft words sounded again.

Que Jin didn't answer. His throat tightened and he rubbed his clothes hard with both hands, as if he was facing the enemy who killed his father.

"It's normal to react. After all, I'm so good-looking. If you don't react, you should be angry. That means you're useless." A brainwashed voice continued to comfort me.

Que Jin finally couldn't help it. He raised his head and looked at her: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Meng Liu put away the smile on his face and swam aside.

"I just want to see if you can hold it back. You always try to distance yourself from me. It turns out that you are not as charming as you appear."

"Unlike Guan Zonglifeng, Xing Jingyao and others, I don't want to play this kind of game between men and women with you."

"Oh? Really?" Meng Liu turned over and lay on the stone to look at him, "Then why are you so stubborn?"

Que Jin was stunned for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "You are hopeless."

Meng Liu burst out laughing: "Can you wash it clean if you wear clothes and take a bath every day? Anyway, you have seen my body, why not let me see yours too."

He yelled angrily in a low voice: "Shut up!"

Putting the clean clothes on a big stone, he got up and left.

After successfully breathing Que Jinqi away, Meng Liu looked at his back, and even his steps were not as steady as usual.

Putting aside the fact that they were both gods in their original form, Que Jin naturally had a crush on her, at least not as disgusting as he showed.

If he was really annoying, he wouldn't have chased me when he jumped off the cliff before, and he wouldn't have resisted when she forcefully kissed him that time.

I'm afraid it's because she knows she has three men and can't overcome the hurdle in her heart.

A person like Que Jin is a gentleman at best, but an old-fashioned at worst.

He would not let himself be with Meng Liu just because he had a good impression of her. Even if there was no one else here, no one would know what happened.

If you stick to that moral bottom line, if you don't get some powerful information, when will you be able to defeat it?