After waking up from the dream, the general's wife lost her love brain

Chapter 108 Cold War
Da Zhuang stared at her closely, with a high nose and tight lips, hinting at persistence.

His lips were still white from fainting. He was usually strong and strong, but his whole body was like iron bumps. He always bathed in cold water in winter. He rarely saw such fragile moments.

The little beauty knelt down on the bed helplessly, feeling a little guilty after all. After a moment, she took the initiative to hug the man's waist, and rubbed her fair face against his chest.

"Do not be angry."

Da Zhuang lowered his head, and the little beauty came closer again. Her soft and fragrant lips kissed the corner of his lips with a flattering meaning.

If she wasn't guilty, how could she be so obedient?

The last glimmer of light in Da Zhuang's eyes went out, which was acquiescing to the substitute.

There is nothing sadder than knowing that you are just the shadow of your sweetheart who misses the old person, especially the living can never be as good as the dead. The wife's deceased husband is no longer here, but he will always be the best in her heart.

Seeing that he was not feeling well like this, Qiao Yuan hugged his neck and pressed against him softly: "Just now, the doctor said that the congestion in your brain is almost gone, and you can regain your memory in three days."

Da Zhuang rolled his eyes, without a trace of joy. Such a big thing seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Sometimes he felt that he was too cold-blooded. Maybe his friends and relatives were still waiting for him to return, but during the period when he lost his memory, he rarely thought about this. It seemed that his wife alone was enough to occupy all his thoughts. .

The little beauty was still instructing him unfamiliarly, with a soft voice, "When the time comes, you will look back and feel that what you are doing now is nothing."

A good one is nothing.

Da Zhuang suddenly felt violent in his heart, and the corners of his lips stiffened: "Madam, do you want to draw a clear line with me and drive me away when I regain my memory?"

Qiao Yuan was a little confused: "When did I say I would drive you away?"

Da Zhuang couldn't listen to anything at this time. He suddenly felt anxious and eager to confirm something.

Qiao Yuan lay on his shoulder, her soft hair spread on his chest. Da Zhuang tilted her head, and what came into view was the beauty's slender and fragile swan neck, which was white and delicate, and the lines were so beautiful that it made people's hearts tremble.

"Whether it's a substitute or not, I accept it."

The man's breath was getting closer and closer, and suddenly the man's stern voice came to his ears, "In short, my wife is mine, and you can never get rid of me in this life."

Qiao Yuan was confused when a sudden pain came from his neck.

Da Zhuang was biting her.

Qiao Yuan whimpered and tried her best to break away from the strong embrace, but was restrained by the iron arms around her waist, unable to move, and could only be forced to raise her thin white swan neck.

The little beauty was so frightened that she burst into tears, almost thinking that Da Zhuang was going to bite her to death.

Fortunately, Da Zhuang seemed to wake up quickly. He let go of the hand holding her, and Qiao Yuan quickly covered her neck and retreated to the corner of the bed.

She seemed frightened, and there were tears in her eyes, "Why are you so crazy!"

Da Zhuang pursed his lips and leaned over to take her hand away.

Dots of rouge bloomed on the white and shiny snow skin, like a tempting pastry. The most eye-catching thing was that there was a tooth mark on it, a red circle.

The man stared at this brand-like mark with deep eyes.

Qiao Yuan was furious, "Go get the mirror quickly!"

When Da Zhuang came back with the mirror, she snatched it away and looked nervously at the mirror.She was so nervous before that she always felt pain and thought she was going to bleed. In fact, it didn't look that serious in the mirror.

The person who bit him did put in some effort at first, and was determined to leave a mark, but he was reluctant to leave it, and suddenly stopped in the middle of the bite. Therefore, the edge of the mark was very shallow, and it seemed that it would disappear in a short time.

Qiao Yuan loves beauty the most. She has a flawless snow-skinned body, which looks like the finest mutton-fat jade. If she gets any scars, she will hate Da Zhuang to death.

Da Zhuang pursed his lips, but even though he didn't need it, he turned around and took out a lot of bottles and jars from the dressing table.

Madam is delicate and frail, even though he can still control some strength on the bed, but after an incident, there will always be some traces, so he is also used to collecting some ointments to reduce swelling and remove scars.

With his big fingertips, he dug out a thick layer and gently applied it on the tooth marks.

The teeth marks were also covered with a circle of peck marks, dotted with dots, which fully demonstrated the man's tossing and turning, love and hate emotions.

Qiao Yuan also felt that she was wronged to death. Did she not want to tell the matter? It was obviously for his own good, so why was she treated like this?
He did that to her in the ancestral hall just now. Qiao Yuan was still hurting now, but she didn't even pursue it, but she was bitten again.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. After Da Zhuang finished taking the medicine, she pushed him away fiercely, "Get out!"

Da Zhuang made a movement and looked at her with dark eyes for a long time.

He seemed to be a different person now. In the past, he had to put on a gentle facade in front of his wife, but now his eyes always had a ferocious look, like a ferocious beast that would not let go of its prey.

Qiao Yuan was still angry at first, but she was a little scared when he saw her. Her white jade-like fingers curled up, and she unconsciously pinched the corner of her skirt.

She was only wearing a beautiful and thin nightgown. When she met outsiders just now, she only added a cloak on top. The soft and smooth silk skirt fell apart due to the struggle just now, revealing her delicate collarbones and round pink shoulders. .

However, she was completely unaware, only looking at him nervously with a pair of watery eyes.

She sat on the bed, raising her head slightly, looking more like a delicate little kitten. She had snow-white fur, was beautiful and noble, but was too fragile to protect herself.

If you meet an abnormal owner, you may be locked up in a beautiful little house. You will wear a fairy dress every day and be carefully taken care of, but you will not be allowed to see any outsiders. It is a secret that belongs to only one person. treasure.

Da Zhuang was still staring at her, and Qiao Yuan was beating her heart. She was about to retreat silently, but she saw him suddenly reaching out his hand to help her close the slipped collar.

The warm fingertips stayed on the snow skin for a moment, and then they were withdrawn.

Qiao Yuan backed away in shock, only to see Da Zhuang packed up the bottles and turned around and went out.

Ever since they broke up on bad terms that night, the atmosphere between the two had become a bit delicate.

On the carriage back to Zhuangzi, even Lu Xiu noticed something was wrong. When the Duke turned around to get something, he quickly asked Qiao Yuan: "Did Madam have a fight with the Duke?"

quarrel?Qiao Yuan was a little confused, maybe.

She and Qi Cun were very different in temperament and behavior. Before marrying him, she thought that they would have no peace after the marriage, and then they slowly wasted their time in a sloppy marriage. Unexpectedly, they had ended up here unknowingly.

Qiao Yuan thought about it carefully, and realized that this was actually the first real dispute between the two of them, and the source was an illusory stand-in.

Now Da Zhuang still takes care of her as meticulously as before, and the two of them still share the bed at night. The man insists on holding her in his arms to sleep, but he can't pull away at all, but it is rare for him to be calm and not move his hands or feet.

But there was indeed a difference. Da Zhuang acted much tougher. As soon as the festival ended, he couldn't wait to arrange a carriage back to Zhuangzi. It seemed that he couldn't bear to stay in the palace for a moment.

(End of this chapter)