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

After finishing a plate of melon seeds, Meng Liu yawned. Physiologically, it was time for her to go to bed. Fu Wenting was too slow.

Just as he was thinking this, the door was pushed open. The leading man was wearing armor. When he saw Meng Liu, his pupils suddenly widened and he immediately ordered the people behind him: "Capture them all!"

Fu Wenting, who got the news, rushed over in a hurry. He took Meng Liu's hand and looked her up and down. Seeing that she was not hurt, his worried heart finally settled down, and with it came a huge resentment.

He pursed his lips, and without saying a word, he led Meng Liu out of the teahouse, then carried her onto the horse. He stood behind her, wrapping his body around her and riding together.

This time he did not return to Prince Duan's Mansion, but took Meng Liu directly into the Eastern Palace.

He ordered the maid to take her to bathe, and he went to the dungeon in the palace to interrogate the people he had captured.

Before they were even sentenced to severe punishment, several people burst into tears and confessed everything.

Upon learning that Meng Liu did not elope with anyone, Fu Wenting's face did not look very good.

Because the reason why she followed Yuanbao was because of Gu Zhige.

Is it really impossible to forget it?

The sour feeling of jealousy resurfaced.

Thinking that she even colluded with this group of people to assassinate him to avenge Gu Zhige, a series of negative emotions surged up.

The violence and anger drove him to push open Meng Liu's door.

After Meng Liu finished her bath, she went to bed decisively. She didn't care whether it was Prince Duan's Mansion or the Eastern Palace. When her biological clock reached the time, she had to rest.

He ordered the maid to turn off the lights.

She covered herself with the quilt and closed her eyes, but had not yet fallen into a deep sleep.

The door was thrown open violently.

Fu Wenting strode to the bedside and stared down at her.

Meng Liu frowned impatiently and opened his eyes: "If I tell you that you have something to say, then tell me..."

His handsome face enlarged, and he forcefully interrupted her before she could finish her words.

Fu Wenting kissed her fiercely, not only entangled with her tongue fiercely, but also did not spare any part of her mouth.

Meng Liu could hardly breathe. He clenched his fists and punched him angrily, tears almost coming out of the corners of his eyes.

Fu Wenting didn't care and clung to her tightly. He even bit her lower lip when he noticed that she was about to resist.

There was no light in the pitch-black room, but fortunately there was moonlight, so even in such a dim environment, we could still vaguely see each other. It was just this hazy light that invisibly gave rise to a lot of charm.

Fu Wenting closed his eyes and covered Meng Liu without a care. His hands were covered with many thin calluses from years of military service. At this moment, his slightly frosted hands had already dishonestly untied the belt around her waist.

Guessing his intention, Meng Liu resisted violently. She hadn't thought it through yet and was not prepared!

"Umm!" His lips were blocked and he couldn't utter the complete name.

Fu Wenting still insisted on his own way. Meng Liu found a jade ruyi beside the pillow and smashed it on the back of his head without hesitation.

This time he was well prepared, as if he had eyes behind his head. Without opening his eyes, his left hand easily snatched the jade ruyi and threw it to the ground without any regret.

With a snap, the crisp sound of shattering echoed in the house.

This seemed to indicate that something between them would also shatter along with Yu Ruyi.

Fu Wenting's kiss became more and more passionate. He kicked the quilt away and Meng Liu could even feel the hot temperature of his body through her clothes.

He began to move his position, kissing from lips to chin.

Meng Liu pushed him very unnaturally: "Fu Wenting, let me go first."

He turned a deaf ear to everything, like a deaf person, and didn't even stop moving for a moment.

"Fuck you, can you please let me go!" Meng Liu shouted angrily.

Fu Wenting paused, straightened his upper body, and looked into her eyes: "The thing I regret most is that I didn't take you to the northwest with me."

If it weren't for Gu Zhige, she would have been his long ago!

As the words fell, there was a "sizzle" sound and the cloth was torn. Fu Wenting was determined to get her today.

The sayings like boiling a frog in warm water or taking your time are all fake.

If he continued to be friends with her as Meng Liu wished, next time she might just leave with that stinky man without even looking back!

Meng Liu twisted his waist uncomfortably: "Calm down!" He stopped when he touched something.

Fu Wenting's mind was like fireworks exploding, all the hairs on his body stood up, and all the blood in his body gathered in that one place.

He answered in a hoarse voice: "I am very calm. There is no time to be calmer than now."

The two bodies were pressed against each other, and in the moonlight he saw the complete Meng Liu for the first time.

A girl in her twenties is no longer a girl, so Meng Liu has already developed very maturely, with fair skin and a proud chest, a perfect shape that cannot be depicted in those sketchbooks.

Fu Wenting was so excited that he kissed her.

Meng Liu's movements of pushing away slowed down, and she almost couldn't help but let out a moan.

What is this?

She hasn't made up her mind yet! She hasn't gotten over Gu Zhige in her heart yet!

Fu Wenting kissed her without question, but his expression softened a little, and his breath sprayed on her skin, causing shivers.

It was already autumn, but Meng Liu just felt very hot.

Fu Wenting felt somewhat comforted when he noticed that she was beginning to become confused.

He moved down, not giving her time to object.

"Ah~"

Fu Wenting's nose twitched, and there was a sweet smell in the air, like the malt sugar he had eaten in his childhood. It was different from other cakes with direct and sharp sweetness, and also different from the soft flavor with light floral fragrance like honey.

When maltose melts in your mouth, the first thing you feel is a dense and delicate touch. It does not dissolve quickly like other sugars, but slowly spreads on the tip of your tongue.

As the sugar melts, the light aroma begins to spread in the mouth and into the air.

The viscosity of maltose is also very high, leaving not only sweetness in the mouth, but also a sticky texture, as if it could be pulled into thin threads. This unique taste forced him to take his time when tasting it. This slow tasting process made the sweetness more lasting, as if the whole person was coexisting with it.

Intellectually, Meng Liu didn't want to let him succeed easily, but emotionally, no one could resist instinct.

She bit the back of her hand tightly, her face full of pain.

Fu Wenting held her hand and put his big hand into her mouth.

"I'm not afraid of pain."

After saying that, he no longer insisted on anything else and simply hugged her, and the two of them hugged each other tightly.

"You, bastard!" Meng Liu complained weakly.

Fu Wenting felt a little sad for some reason when he finally realized his long-cherished wish.

He buried his head in the crook of Meng Liu's neck and whispered, "Please... turn around and look at me."

Meng Liu only heard the first two words clearly. She didn't even have the chance to ask any more questions. Lightning flashed outside the window and heavy rain fell down.