After the separation, the space of Lingquan was filled up, and he was so angry that he went crazy

In the dream, it was the flowers and candles in the bridal chamber that day again.

Dragon and phoenix quilts, mandarin duck pillows, and red candles burned with a dim halo. Through the layers of red curtains, the entire room was illuminated in an ambiguous red.

The room was lit with incense, and the bed was covered with flower petals, exuding a delicate fragrance.

The red wedding clothes of the two people were scattered beside the bed, and the man's loose underwear was also folded with a red bellyband that played with mandarin ducks in the water.

Su Ruanruan's cheeks were flushed, as if she was drunk. She wrapped her body in the quilt shyly, not daring to look directly at the man beside the bed.

The man beside the bed was only wearing a pair of white, almost transparent pants, and his exposed upper body was covered with scars of all sizes.

At a glance, you can see the strong chest muscles, the skin is a healthy wheat color, and then the smooth abdominal muscles.

The obscene trousers were worn loosely on his body, as if he could reveal his youthful beauty if he moved more.

Especially on the exposed lower abdomen, the veins with gushing blood are clearly defined, carrying a rush of desire and tension.

The man's deep voice sounded, and Su Ruanruan's face turned redder, feeling the breath of hormones rushing towards her face.

"Are you tired? The clean room has hot water ready."

Su Ruanruan buried her face in the quilt shyly, the embarrassing scene just now still lingering in her mind.

Leng Xiaohan chuckled, his ink-like eyes showing a little bit of joy, and his sexy and magnetic voice seemed to tug at people's heartstrings, with an inexplicable bewitching power.

He directly picked up the person and the quilt, holding her tightly in his arms with his strong arms, and then walked briskly towards the clean room.

Su Ruanruan huddled in the quilt and didn't dare to move, but her heart was beating fast.

At this time, she was not wearing any clothes. As Leng Xiaohan moved, she felt the quilt on her toes slipping, exposing her feet to the air. The invasion of cold air made her shrink subconsciously.

Fortunately, we arrived at the clean room very quickly.

The clean room was filled with mist, and a tub large enough to accommodate two people was filled with hot water, with red rose petals floating on it, and the fragrance of flowers overflowed.

Leng Xiaohan walked to the white soft carpet next to the bathtub and then gently put him down.

Su Ruanruan was wrapped in a quilt, but a series of movements still left her legs half-covered.

The slender and straight legs have fair and smooth skin, slender ankles and perfect leg shape.

Leng Xiaohan's gaze went up her legs deeply. He couldn't help but his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his gaze became deeper and deeper.

Su Ruanruan was a little panicked, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in, and shrank into the quilt.

Leng Xiaohan said in a hoarse voice: "Let's take a shower first!"

Both of them were breathing a little raggedly.

Su Ruanruan whispered: "Turn your back."

Leng Xiaohan hummed and obeyed obediently.

Su Ruanruan looked at his back with broad shoulders and narrow waist, her face getting redder and redder, but she still endured the shame and slowly let go of the quilt.

The slender neck was slowly exposed, with dots of bruises on it, followed by round shoulders and white collarbones...

The quilt fell to the floor, and her black hair was spread softly, and a few strands fell on her face. Her red cheeks and shy appearance made her very charming.

Leng Xiaohan's whole body was tense. He had his back turned, but hearing the movement behind him naturally aroused his reverie.

Su Ruanruan stepped on the soft carpet and slowly walked towards the tub.

Listening to the sound of water entering behind him, Leng Xiaohan slowly turned around.

In the huge bathtub, the woman huddled in the corner with only her head exposed.

The water surface rippled slightly, and the floating petals blocked most of the spring light.

Leng Xiaohan stepped closer to the bathtub. At this time, the cloud that obscured his face gradually dissipated.

Su Yue slowly saw a little outline, but it was still blurry.

When he got closer, he also got into the tub.

Su Ruanruan paused for breath, and the water level gradually rose. After Leng Xiaohan entered the water, she was immediately submerged, and the huge space became crowded. It was inevitable that their skin would touch each other, and naturally they would be rubbed out. Sparked.

Leng Xiaohan fished her out of the water and held her tightly in his arms.

Su Ruanruan was good at water, but she was still breathing heavily at this moment. She lay in Leng Xiaohan's arms, and her ambiguous breath lingered around the two of them along with the heat.

How can we not be in chaos when we have a beautiful woman in our arms?

Leng Xiaohan moved towards the red lips, grabbed the back of Su Ruanruan's head with his big hand, and gradually deepened the kiss.

Su Yue saw Leng Xiaohan's face clearly in a confused state, and in the end she felt only shock and disbelief.

This face gradually overlapped with the Wang Fugui in the original owner's memory.

But although the two people look the same, they are completely different.

Wang Fugui is just an ordinary country man. This handsome face can't save his crotch-stretching temperament. It's like a domineering president who has lost his IQ and sharpness.

His eyes are always weak, he has low self-esteem and dare not look directly at people.

But Leng Xiaohan was different. The thing about Leng Xiaohan that she couldn't forget the most was those eyes. His sharp brows, his gaze like a cold pool or an unfathomable abyss, could make people feel terrified with just one glance.

Especially when he is angry, maybe because he has been on the battlefield for a long time, his eyes will always be unconsciously filled with real murderous intent, which only makes people suffocate and fear.

But when he looked at her, all the sharpness was gone, leaving only tenderness and deep attachment and love.

Two people who look exactly the same.

Wang Fugui was wearing dusty clothes covered with pudding. He was slightly stooped and digging in the ground with a hoe.

There is a memory of him sleeping with the original owner. He has been doing rough work all year round and has a strong body, but he does not have Leng Xiaohan's dense scars, which are the seals of his great military exploits.

The most dazzling thing about Leng Xiaohan is that when he is wearing armor, he is majestic and majestic, riding a tall horse, with sharp eyes, and the bottomless black eyes are like a deep pool, and those who are drowned in his path dare not gasp loudly.

His cold face exudes determination, his angular chin, high bridge of nose, slightly pursed thin lips, and his whole body exudes an awe-inspiring aura, just like the god of war.

And he is the God of War.

…………

Su Yue woke up from her dream, but everything that happened in the dream was still vivid in her mind. She touched her hot face, and the touch of her hands against Leng Xiaohan's chest seemed to still be there.

Leng Xiaohan and Wang Fugui look exactly the same, she is exactly the same as the original owner, and Su Ruanruan.

So what is the connection between these? ?

But it has been so many years since Wang Fugui was captured and sent to the army, and it has been so many years since the war ended, so he is probably gone.

Is this a coincidence?

Wang Fugui went into exile, Leng Xiaohan was a general... She could not connect Leng Xiaohan and Wang Fugui.

Su Yue was very confused at this moment. Every time she dreamed, she couldn't tell whether she was Su Yue or Su Ruanruan.

Or perhaps, Su Ruan Ruan is actually her, and she is also Su Ruan Ruan.