Generals and Puppet Emperors

I heard the sound of the arrow leaving the string, piercing the air, engulfing the wind, it passed through something, the speed was stagnant, but it did not lose its strength and fall, but penetrated like a bamboo——

The corners of my lips pursed into a smile, and when I looked up, the arrows had completed their mission and fell to the ground one after another, and there was a conspicuous hole in the center of the grass target.

Aman was slightly out of breath, her eyes burst into bright light, and her palms trembled a little due to the force of the rebound, and she kept shooting the remaining three arrows in such a perfect and flawless state.

The faint radiance of Aman made my breathing stop like the falling arrow. I was fascinated to trace the face of Aman. She grew up and made me proud of her. I became more obsessed. I felt like a moth to a flame. Destruction could not hinder my eyes from looking at the flame. I threw myself into the warm and scorching flame without hesitation.

I planted it thoroughly and never regretted it.

Since last year, Aman and I have lived a real two-person life...

Probably because Aman's gender characteristics gradually emerged, so that the emperor finally felt a little intimidated. I heard that after the surveillance, the dark guards would report the target person's daily movements in detail like their masters. There is one possibility-the emperor really can't bear to listen to these trifles, right?

Well, what kind of sour smell of spoiling, in short, I didn't notice it.

"Wipe off your sweat." I held a square towel and handed it to Aman.

Practicing bow and arrow sounds like it only requires the cooperation of arm strength, but in fact it also needs to mobilize the muscles of the whole body. The degree of exhaustion can be imagined just by looking at Aman's forehead that is constantly oozing sweat.I put the scarf on Aman's forehead very intimately, and wiped her sweat carefully, and Aman took it for granted.

I still remember when I did this for the first time, Aman almost reflexively elbowed me... because how should I put it, this kind of intimacy is usually only done by intimate lovers, even if I am as shameless as I am The guy in the room can feel the slightest bit of embarrassment, as if he can smell a strong ambiguous smell in his breath.

I don't really mind having a closer relationship with A-man than family, but A-man might mind.

So osmosis is actually the best way... Now it seems that there is indeed such a little effect, and the scripts with strange covers that He Lan brought along seem to have some truth.

——Substantially, the inadvertent and ambiguous actions let the other party understand your intentions, and if things go on like this, the other party's heart may live in you~

"Hmm." Aman murmured, the sweat sticking to her hair was really uncomfortable, now that the scarf covered her face, it made her feel refreshed, in my opinion, she was acting like a spoiled child.

"Would you like some tea?" I continued my efforts, trying to achieve the goal of having tea with Aman.

"...No." On the stone table next to it was an exquisite rose cake, and the side of the plate was dotted with green mint leaves. Aman looked there, his eyes hesitated for a moment, "Mr. homework."

My face froze, and I mumbled, "An annoying old man."

Mr. Li is indeed worthy of respect, but unfortunately the facts he did are not to my liking, and of course he is not very satisfied with me either.

The old gentleman has very different attitudes towards me and Aman. Aman is undoubtedly a good student he admires, but I am the bad guy who is ignorant and persistent in trying to spoil his good student.

Ah... No way, many times I dragged Aman to skip class, the old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, but he just couldn't bear to vent his anger on Aman.

"Okay then..." I swallowed this sullen breath, still with a smile on my face, I said as I liked; "The preparations are a bit hasty now, and you can eat more varieties of snacks when you come back .”

"it is good."

Aman smiled, and the whole sky lit up.

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#Tomorrow I feel that Aman’s smile is a love letter of literature and art