Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 351: Fun!

Boom————

A sudden loud noise like thunderclap spread throughout the surrounding area. The spectators on the battlements only saw a black shadow flash across the night sky. Blood burst out from the spear leader's lower abdomen and hit the surface of the lake. Poyang Lake was suddenly blown into a groove of unknown length, and the lake water rushed up to the sky to form huge waves.

Crash---

Water splashed down and hit the lake surface. The boundless Poyang Lake became turbulent with the fight between the two top warriors. No one from the spectators around said a word, staring at the lake.

With the Gun Master's physique, it is impossible for him to be killed by a single shot... Since it concerns his own Gun Master plaque, he will surely struggle for a while, right?

As the huge waves crashed down, Poyang Lake gradually became calm, and there was no sign of fighting at all, as if the battle for the top martial arts champion had come to an abrupt end with Zhao Wumian's move.

Is this... the winner has been decided?

The spectators all around looked at each other in a daze, until there was a sudden movement on the lake. They were startled and squinted their eyes to look, only to see that the handsome white horse that had jumped into the lake was struggling in the water, splashing water everywhere, and trying to swim to the shore in panic.

Apparently the white horse was only thinking about helping his master and had completely forgotten that he couldn't swim at all.

The surface of the lake around the white horse appeared a little bloody, and then a black shadow with blood on his body suddenly rushed out of the lake, holding a gun in one hand and picking up the saddle to pull the horse, and carrying a burly man on his back with the other hand and falling to the shore.

“Puff—cough cough cough—”

After getting ashore, both men and their horse suddenly collapsed to the ground, coughed a few times and spit out some water before they barely recovered.

Xiao Yuanmu's heart tensed slightly, but his expression remained calm. When he saw that Zhao Wumian was safe and sound, he slowly relaxed. Immediately afterwards, he saw a strange light in the depths of his almond-shaped eyes.

She never forgot that Zhao Wumian fought this battle for her.

Zhao Wumian was soaked all over, his hair stuck to his face, and blood seeped through his clothes, dyeing his blue shirt red. It was obvious that even his physique could not withstand the impact of the Tianluo Spear just now. His muscles were strained, his skin was cracked, and he killed a thousand enemies but lost eight hundred of his own. Now his body was still bleeding.

This is the result of a mixture of the Heavenly Demon Blood Release, the Star-Picking Knife, and the Shura Sword and the Tianluo Spear... To put it simply, it is using the power of a quick knife to wield a gun, a move that Zhao Wumian deduced from the Naraku Red Silk.

If you want to think of a name, you can call him Yiqiang Shura, but Zhao Wumian has never cared much about these things. As long as he can defeat the enemy, it's fine.

Back then in Mount Emei, he used this knife to deal with Tang Weiyu, and became paralyzed afterwards. Now that he is using this method on the Tianluo Spear, the side effects are even worse.

His strength is obviously much stronger than Mount Emei, but it can only make this move more lethal, but side effects are still inevitable.

I can only use Naraku Hongsi and Liu Wujing to recover faster afterwards.

But if not for this, Zhao Wumian would not have defeated the spear leader so quickly... After all, he was actually furious. He was about to win, but was almost killed because of the weapon, so he fought desperately.

From this, a fist-sized blood hole could be seen on the lower abdomen of Chen Qiyuan, who was lying beside him, blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, and he looked no different from a dead person, but his violently heaving chest still demonstrated Wu Kui's tenacious vitality.

His eyes were tightly closed, and it was unclear whether he had lost consciousness or not, but even so, he still held the Tianluo Spear tightly in his hand.

The white horse was relatively better. After spitting out a few mouthfuls of water, it slowly stood up. It shook its body a few times to shake off the water droplets on its fur, then lowered its head and touched Zhao Wumian's face with the tip of its nose.

Zhao Wumian took a few deep breaths before he managed to muster up some strength. He raised his hand and patted Bai Ma's cheek to indicate that he was fine, then he spoke:

"Are you still going to fight? Ah?"

Chen Qiyuan laughed for some reason, as if mocking himself, "Your gun is faster and stronger than mine... I admit defeat."

In fact, let alone death, if he really wanted to continue fighting, Chen Qiyuan was not without strength... He had not reached his limit yet. This injury might even arouse his ferocity and ruthlessness. When he fought with Wudamu in Taiyuan, the injuries he suffered were much more serious than this.

But the reason he admitted defeat was not because he couldn't beat Zhao Wumian, but because Zhao Wumian used the Tianluo Spear better than him...

Zhao Wumian tilted his head to look at him, a little surprised, "A man like you would actually admit defeat... I thought you would fight me to death."

Chen Qiyuan was so arrogant that if he lost to Zhao Wumian and had no hope of revenge, it would be better for him to fight with Zhao Wumian and die heroically, rather than living in Zhao Wumian's shadow all his life and wanting to avenge his father but never being able to do so.

It is like a shooting star, flashing across the night sky, but every time it appears, it is definitely the brightest star in the night sky.

If he couldn't avenge his father, Chen Qiyuan believed that he should at least die like a shooting star... But at this moment, he took the initiative to admit defeat.

Chen Qiyuan opened his eyes and coughed up another mouthful of blood. His eyes were a little dull. He looked at the dark clouds and fine rain in the night sky and whispered:
"Back in Taiyuan, I taught you the Tianluo Spear because I knew that I might not survive a fight with Wudamu in Taiyuan. You have a great talent for martial arts and are brave and chivalrous. You will definitely be at the top of the martial arts world in the future."

"For people like me in the martial arts world, what we seek in our lives is nothing more than 'reputation', 'chivalry' and 'inheritance'... As the leader of the spear, I have no shortage of reputation, and my deeds in life are worthy of the word 'chivalry'. The only thing missing is the word 'inheritance'..."

Chen Qiyuan paused, then said in a complicated tone:

"Wujitian has no successor. As one of the three major sects and six schools, it doesn't even have a leader. I can still prosper for decades... However, I don't care much about the worldly things of the sect, but I can't ignore my martial arts... Unfortunately, that person is you."

Zhao Wumian knew what Chen Qiyuan meant. His own martial arts were improved and surpassed by Zhao Wumian. As a "master", Chen Qiyuan should be pleased.

But Zhao Wumian was not Chen Qiyuan's disciple. On the contrary, he was the bedfellow of the murderer of his father... This gap in status made him lose his spirit.

Nothing is more frustrating for a martial artist than having his enemy defeat him with his martial arts.

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, "So you just gave up? This is not like you..."

"Bullshit, I admit defeat, but I don't want to die... You defeated me with the Tianluo Spear tonight, but in the final analysis, I am not as skilled as you. When I return, I will master the spear skills..."

Chen Qiyuan narrowed his eyes, straightened up, cursed a few words, and then seemed to lose his strength, lay down again, and said coldly:

"I can't avenge my father now. I'm not strong enough. But you use my Tianluo Spear more skillfully than I do... I can't swallow this anger. Wait, I'll pick up the spear and challenge you to a duel sooner or later."

Zhao Wumian laughed a few times.

To put it bluntly, Chen Qiyuan originally wanted to die at his hands, but Zhao Wumian's marksmanship instead aroused his competitive spirit and self-esteem as the top martial artist... Why could Zhao Wumian defeat him with his marksmanship?

Get lost, I don't accept this. I'm going to improve my marksmanship when I go back, and I'll get my revenge sooner or later.

"You are not my opponent now, and you will never be my opponent in the future. Just give up."

Zhao Wumian and Chen Qiyuan fought, but they obviously didn't want this guy to die here. They were happy to see that he could find a purpose other than revenge to keep living, so they smiled.

"...I finally found a hope to live, are you hoping for my death?"

The two chatted for a few words, and then they heard the sound of something flying through the air from behind them.

Chen Qiyuan knew who was coming, and his eyes twitched subconsciously, then he suddenly closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

Xiao Yuanmu flew over and ignored Chen Qiyuan who was pretending to be dead. He just came to Zhao Wumian's side, leaned over to help him up, and asked briefly: "Did you win?"

"Yeah." Zhao Wumian also answered simply, and then laughed:
"But if you don't get over my problem, he won't bother you in the future... Thinking about it this way, this is also a way to make sure you can't leave me in the future. Thank you, Chen Qiyuan..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Qiyuan almost vomited blood again, but the miserable appearance of his father's murderer obviously humiliated his self-esteem, so he still stood straight and pretended to be dead.

If he loses, then everything he does will be wrong. Even if he stands up and says a few harsh words to Xiao Yuanmu, he will only appear so ridiculous.

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at Chen Qiyuan indifferently and then looked away. She obviously had no interest in humiliating the loser.

If Zhao Wumian and Chen Qiyuan didn't have some affection for each other, she would have chopped off his head long ago... But now, Chen Qiyuan should just stay where he wants.

She helped Zhao Wumian onto the horse and said, "We can talk about anything after we are settled down..."

Xiao Yuanmu could see that Zhao Wumian had almost exhausted all his strength and was seriously injured. He felt anxious and wanted to go back to heal his wounds as soon as possible.

As he spoke, Xiao Yuanmu wanted to pat the white horse's neck to indicate that the horse had performed well tonight. Unfortunately, he was too short and could not reach the horse's neck with his hand, so he had to give up.

Ta-da, ta-da————

The white horse shook off the water droplets on its body, padded forward and walked away.

Zhao Wumian felt dizzy and his vision was black. He almost fainted. He really wanted to collapse on the spot, but Chen Qiyuan was so seriously injured that it seemed inappropriate to leave him here alone.

Not only Zhao Wumian has enemies, Chen Qiyuan also has enemies. What if someone takes advantage of the situation and chops off his head...

The fight just now had nothing to do with right or wrong, only grudges. Whether or not Chen Qiyuan was ignored after the fight was the difference between a "knight" and a "bandit".

Zhao Wumian mustered up some strength, jumped off the horse, raised his hand and picked up Chen Qiyuan by the collar as if he was holding a chicken, and climbed back on the horse.

Xiao Yuanmu looked at Zhao Wumian in confusion, and suddenly realized that he was still thinking about the feelings he had with Chen Qiyuan, and he couldn't help feeling a little unhappy in his heart.

After all, Chen Qiyuan has a grudge against her, right?

As a result, Zhao Wumian was heard sitting on the horse, holding Chen Qiyuan in one hand and laughing.

"Chen Qiyuan, Chen Qiyuan, back in Taiyuan, you grabbed me like a chicken, and now you're pretending to be the boss, right?"

Zhao Wumian looked happy, and it was obvious that what he said came from the heart... His narrow-mindedness was the same as that of our Empress Dali.

If you are not from the same family, you won’t enter the same door.

Xiao Yuanmu couldn't help but smile when he heard that, and the unhappiness in his heart instantly disappeared.

She easily jumped onto the horse, pulled the reins, and rode towards the city.

Chen Qiyuan was held by the collar by Zhao Wumian, with his body hanging by the side of the horse. As a martial arts master, there was really nothing he could do about being treated like this... Where was there so much space on the saddle for him?
Zhao Wumian had not forgotten him at this time, which was very considerate of him.

It was a little insulting, but it was better than being forgotten on the lake shore.

Chen Qiyuan tried to comfort himself in his heart, but it didn't take long before Zhao Wumian's eyelids became heavier and heavier. Finally, he had no strength left, collapsed forward, fell on Xiao Yuanmu's shoulder, and fainted.

Snapped----

Naturally, the dignified spear master fell on his face to the ground. His burly body trembled slightly, and he seemed to want to stand up and point at Zhao Wumian's nose and curse him, but when he thought of Xiao Yuanmu being beside him, he had to force himself to pretend to be unconscious.

Whoosh————

The evening breeze brought raindrops and passed by the spear master who was lying on the ground...

It seems a little desolate.

"This battle was really exciting..."

"It's worth coming to Mount Lushan!"

"Weiming Hou is now the leader of both swords and spears... Damn, he's so damn powerful, why can't I be like this..."

"I think you're just daydreaming..."

Xiao Yuanmu seemed to have brought him into the city. He could hear some intermittent gossip, but with Zhao Wumian's drowsy consciousness, he couldn't even tell how far away the person was, or whether he was a man or a woman...

I don't know how long it took, but his clothes were taken off, and it seemed like a pair of small hands were wandering over his body, wiping the blood, cleaning the wounds, and the touch was soft.

At the same time, there were two pleasant voices. This time, Zhao Wumian could vaguely tell the gender... After all, he was very familiar with them.

"How's the injury?"

"Most of them are superficial injuries, definitely not as serious as mine. With the help of Liu Wuji, they will recover in a few days."

"Let me take a look... Hey? You took off all his clothes?"

"How can you clean the wound without taking off your clothes... What are you looking at?"

"...I saw it at a glance. I thought you would at least give him a pair of shorts."

"You're still watching!?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? I'm his aunt! I've watched him grow up since he was a child. What haven't I seen?"

"He's already in his twenties, and it's not appropriate for men and women to touch each other. Go away, I'll help him heal his wounds, and you don't have to make things worse."

"Why are you saying that to me? I'm his aunt, there's no need to be so formal... Oh, I know, I know, stop glaring at me."

There were faint whispers, intermittent, and the voice was very pleasant, like a lullaby, which made Zhao Wumian's consciousness sink to the bottom of the sea quickly.

I don’t know how long it took, but the stinging pain in my body subsided, and there seemed to be a moving fragrance lingering around the tip of my nose, and my body felt warm and comfortable.

A few more whispers came into my ears. "Why did you capture that stinky Taoist priest from Guishan?"

"I have nothing to do anyway. Wugong Mountain and I have a grudge against each other, right? Now that we've met, can I let him escape from my grasp?"

"Yes, but did you find out anything?"

"The Sheath is not in Wugong Mountain. It is currently believed to be in Mo Jingxue's hands. Guiyi and Guiyuan went out to look for it... Hahahaha, how can Mo Jingxue be someone who can be easily played around with? Guiyi and Guiyuan, these two stinky Taoists, must be regretting it now."

"After all, it's impossible for them to simply hand over the Seclusion Scabbard to the imperial court. We can only say that they misjudged Mo Jingxue. Now Mo Jingxue must be in the East China Sea... Interesting, the small East China Sea actually hides two of the Nine Bells..."

"In this case, should I return to the martial arts world and accompany you to the East China Sea... Hey, why haven't you woken up yet?"

As he spoke, his body sank slightly. Someone sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand and touched his forehead. It felt warm and soft.

Zhao Wumian wanted to open his eyes, but his consciousness was still heavy, as if he had woken up from a dream... He could only say that the shot just now was too desperate, and Chen Qiyuan was not a small figure that he could control.

But fighting with a master of this level would bring endless benefits. Zhao Wumian had the urge to sink his consciousness into the Naraku Hongsi and continue practicing martial arts, but the words that followed closely beside him hooked his heart.

"Yuanmu, I wonder if Wumian has ever mentioned the strategy of replacing the pillars with the beams?"

rustle----

Zhao Wumian seemed to have been unconscious for a long time, but in fact it was only the second half of the night. Before dawn, raindrops fell on the eaves and corners of the inn, leaving a slight sound.

The common people in Lushan Town were talking about it and discussing it heatedly. They believed that the news of Wei Minghou's victory over the spear leader would soon spread to all corners of the world.

But the area near the inn was quiet and peaceful. In order to let Zhao Wumian recuperate in peace, Xiao Yuanmu directly booked the entire inn for him to recuperate.

The innkeeper was flattered when he learned that the famous Wei Ming Hou lived here, and he wanted to call his wife over to serve Zhao Wumian so that he could "meet a noble man".

Xiao Lengyue captured Guishan, interrogated him for a few sentences, then knocked him unconscious and threw him away to be monitored by the disciples of Taixuan Palace.

There is no branch of Taixuan Palace in Lushan Town, but Zhao Wumian is coming here to fight Chen Qiyuan, and no one knows what accidents may happen. Therefore, when Xiao Lengyue came, he obviously notified many elite members of Taixuan Palace to come here to raid the battlefield.

However, it seems that there was no trace of Mo Jingxue, Guiyi Guiyuan and others, so this group of elite troops could only guard the prisoners.

The house was lit and the furnishings were clean and tidy. Apart from a slight smell of medicine in the air, there was nothing unusual.

After Xiao Lengyue dealt with the matter of returning to the mountain, she came into the house to take care of it. At this moment, she was wearing a plain green skirt, holding the hem of her skirt and sitting beside Zhao Wumian on the couch. She withdrew her hand from Zhao Wumian's forehead, hesitated for a moment, and still wanted to take advantage of Zhao Wumian's coma to have a good chat with Xiao Yuanmu about this matter.

As an old hand in the world, Xiao Lengyue was not as shy as an ordinary girl. Although she was distressed and hesitant, she had no objection to speaking frankly with Xiao Yuanmu... Of course, it would be difficult to talk about this with the real owner, Zhao Wumian.

After all, no matter what Xiao Lengyue is, she is still a woman.

Xiao Yuanmu was standing at the table organizing the medicine box. He paused when he heard these words.

But he was not emotional, just nodded slightly and said calmly, "We talked about it."

When Xiao Yuanmu first heard about this in Lin'an, he was furious, but he must have thought about it a lot in private.

Xiao Lengyue nodded slightly, sighed softly, and looked a little helpless, "Then...what do you think?"

Xiao Yuanmu closed the medicine box and stood in front of the table, looking at her sideways. He was not impulsive, but just a little surprised. "You don't seem to be opposed?"

Both girls are not ordinary women. If it weren't for the accident, they would definitely not be swayed by emotions. They are steady and intellectual. Now they are really discussing this matter seriously.

After all, this method sounds a bit like a joke, but it has to be said that this can obviously serve as a grand plan to reverse Li Fuchen, and it may even be the best plan at this stage.

Do you really think that anyone can climb into the bed of the Queen of Dali? Since Zhao Wumian and Luo Chaoyan have this kind of relationship, it should be centered around this.

Xiao Lengyue glanced at Zhao Wumian. He was wrapped in bandages, his breathing was steady, and his face was calm... The unconscious man in front of her was the one she had watched grow up since childhood.

She retracted her gaze, "I am his aunt. If it were an ordinary time, I would not have anything to do with Wumian, but... this is not an ordinary time. If I must give birth to a child for you to inherit the royal bloodline of Chen country..."

Even though Xiao Lengyue was a martial arts master with extraordinary bearing, her expression was a little strange, "Having a baby with the treasure I raised myself must be infinitely better than having a baby with other men."

Xiao Yuanmu was not angry when he heard this, but he frowned, came to the edge of the couch and sat down, thinking for a while, "If you don't want to from the bottom of your heart, why force yourself to have a child?"

Xiao Lengyue hesitated, "If he really doesn't want to, it's not that serious. It's just that, after all, I'm his aunt, and I can't accept it for the time being."

Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand calmly, signaling Xiao Lengyue not to say anything more, "It is definitely better for you to let nature take its course when you are in love with each other than to have a baby just for Fan Li Fu Chen... You can't just blindly have a baby with him for the sake of the Xiao family, right?"

Xiao Lengyue's expression softened a bit. Xiao Yuanmu was seriously considering her happiness as a woman, not some princess of the Chen Kingdom.

As expected of a child raised by her, he knows how to be considerate of his mother.

At this moment, Xiao Lengyue and Xiao Yuanmu were talking about this matter, and it was obvious that they were speaking from their hearts, so she thought for a moment and said truthfully:

"There is no such thing as being in love with each other. After all, I am his aunt. Although our relationship is deep, it definitely has nothing to do with matters between men and women... But if I miss this opportunity, will there really be another chance to 'return to Chen' in the future?
"Let's not talk about the general situation, just talking about you. Now Wumian is standing between you and the court. Can you really be as decisive as before? To put it bluntly, even if Luo Chaoyan's neck is placed in front of you now, can you really ignore Wumian and chop it off with a knife?"

Xiao Yuanmu was silent. In fact, as early as when she met Zeng Lengyue, she had the opportunity to kill Luo Chaoyan.

Given Dali's current situation, once Luo Chaoyan dies, the country will immediately be in chaos and will immediately turn into a chaotic world... In a chaotic world, it is naturally most suitable for Taixuan Palace to develop quietly and pursue great achievements.

But the fact that she didn't take action at that time actually speaks volumes.

Xiao Yuanmu is not a hero who would give up everything to fight against Li Fuchen. In other words, the only people he cannot give up are Zhao Wumian and Xiao Lengyue.

She is a human being, not a puppet, and she has a soft spot in her heart.

This was the case with Xiao Yuanmu, and Xiao Lengyue was no exception.

This is the current situation, and the two can only accept it... Could it be possible that they can force Zhao Wumian to leave and make them enemies?
You are not a teenager, how could you act so impulsively?

Xiao Lengyue had experienced a lot in the martial arts world, so he felt that fame, wealth, national hatred and family feuds were not as important as the people around him.

Of course, this does not mean that national hatred and family feuds can be abandoned.

Xiao Yuanmu understood what Xiao Lengyue meant, so he asked, "So you want to have a baby with him?"

Xiao Lengyue looked even more hesitant, "Don't be so blunt..."

"Do you want to or not?" Xiao Yuanmu asked.

Xiao Lengyue sighed lightly, nodded slightly, and then said:

"Although I can't accept it for a while, how can I resist Wumian? If I really resisted, I wouldn't have come up with this plan at all...

The only person I feel sorry for is you. After all, I know that you two have been childhood sweethearts and love each other, so I want to ask you what you think. If you really don't want to, I will never mention this matter again in the future."

This is the truth. Xiao Lengyue didn't want to make Zhao Wumian embarrassed in order to oppose Li Fuchen, and of course she wouldn't hurt Xiao Yuanmu's feelings for this.

Xiao Yuanmu knew what Xiao Lengyue was thinking, but his face did not show much emotion. He just pondered for a moment, considering the matter.

The house became quiet, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the windows echoing intermittently in the house.

Xiao Yuanmu was naturally in a dilemma. No woman could accept that her adoptive mother slept with her lover. Although she was the top martial artist, she would still be jealous and angry.

But putting aside these little girlish thoughts, if Xiao Lengyue and Zhao Wumian had a baby, Zhao Wumian would definitely not ignore Xiao Lengyue... he would still have to marry the baby home.

Will Zhao Wumian be the ideal husband for Xiao Lengyue?

Xiao Yuanmu began to think about Xiao Lengyue's second half of life.

Although she is a demonic witch who kills people without blinking an eye, she is essentially a kind-hearted person. However, she only reserves this tenderness for a few people.

So she said, "You don't need to worry about me. He is the best man in the world. Apart from him, who else in this world can be worthy of you? If you are determined to continue the bloodline of the Xiao family, even if you don't consider the strategy of stealing and replacing the pillars, he is the only choice."

Xiao Lengyue was stunned for a moment, and then she heard Xiao Yuanmu continue, "But for things like this between a man and a woman, the key is whether they are in love with each other... I will ask him indirectly what he thinks of you, and as for you, Master..."

Xiao Yuanmu paused, and then said:

"You can't commit yourself to a man you don't like just for some national hatred or family feud, right? It won't be too late to talk about it after you have that kind of idea about him. With me here, it won't be that easy for him to marry Luo Chaoyan. There's no rush."

Xiao Lengyue pursed her red lips, and then suddenly smiled, "It's still the daughter I raised who knows how to feel sorry for her mother."

Xiao Yuanmu's every word and action was always from Xiao Lengyue's perspective... Xiao Lengyue even felt a little sad.

Oh, my daughter is so good to me.

Xiao Yuanmu frowned, unable to bear Xiao Lengyue's cheesy words, and didn't know how to respond... It was rare to see a trace of embarrassment in her.

Xiao Lengyue saw that Xiao Yuanmu was in a state of embarrassment, so she changed the subject and continued to talk about business, saying blankly:
"I've never liked any man in my life, and you said you want me to try to like Wumian...how do I do it specifically?"

Xiao Yuanmu blinked. This question stumped her.

She and Zhao Wumian grew up together, and as time went by, they naturally fell in love with each other. She didn't even know when she fell for him.

Looking at Xiao Lengyue's curious expression, Xiao Yuanmu didn't want to say anything perfunctorily like let it be, so he frowned slightly and thought of a way.

After a moment, she said, "Why don't you try to see if you have that...that feeling for him?"

Xiao Yuanmu originally wanted to say the word "lust", but in the end he found it difficult to say it.

Desire, desire, there is desire only when there is love.

If there is desire, there is naturally the possibility of emotion.

Let's not talk about anything else, just Xiao Yuanmu, since he revisited his old place in Lin'an, he has completely let go. If his body had not allowed it, he and Zhao Wumian would have been stuck together every day and night, embedded in each other...

If Xiao Lengyue had no sexual desire towards Zhao Wumian and looked at him like a piece of wood, then how could they be in love with each other?
Xiao Lengyue knew what Xiao Yuanmu meant, so she nodded openly without asking any more questions. She was silent for a few seconds before suddenly saying:

"The kind of... feeling you're talking about. Now that Wumian is injured, I am only worried. How can I possibly have... uh, feelings at a time like this? How about waiting a few days?"

Wait for a few days? Wait until you get to Tianya Islands and are around Su Qingqi, Mu Lier, Guan Yunshu and others, then discuss whether you have sexual desire for him?

What a joke! How could Xiao Yuanmu have the nerve to let other girls know about such a private matter?

Family scandals should not be made public.

Xiao Yuanmu simply raised his hand, lifted Zhao Wumian's quilt, fiddled with it with his small hands, and looked at Xiao Lengyue.

"Why don't you try? If you have some thoughts in your heart, then, then you have some feelings..."

Zhao Wumian, who was originally somewhat fuzzy in consciousness, suddenly woke up.

But it was obviously inappropriate to open his eyes at this time. The two women were almost reaching a conclusion through their conversation, and if he woke up, the conversation would definitely not continue.

This matter has to be faced sooner or later. What's the point of delaying it?

He continued to play dumb.

Xiao Lengyue didn't know that Zhao Wumian had woken up. Seeing Xiao Yuanmu showing off his lover's body so generously, she naturally wouldn't be shy. However, she was concerned about her identity as Wumian's aunt and didn't want to behave excessively.

She just looked up and exclaimed in amazement after a few seconds.

"When we first brought Wumian back home, Sister Jiuer and I gave you two a bath. At that time..."

Xiao Lengyue measured the distance between her thumb and index finger, looked at it for a few seconds, then stretched out her hand as if with some nostalgia.

Playing around...

Obviously, she must have teased Xiao Wumian a lot in the past.

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