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

Chapter 84
This breathing was a little short at first, but it was quickly suppressed, and only one or two clues were released occasionally.

A gaze stayed on his face.

Obsessed, passionate, with such a small face, it seems that I can't get enough of it in a lifetime.

Qiao Yuan's body was weak, and the brocade quilt prepared for her by the maid was very warm. After waiting for a while, she didn't see that this person made another move, but she was sweating a little.

The broken hair at the temples was wet with sweat, and stuck to the snow-white cheeks, looking charming and beautiful.

Da Zhuang's eyes wandered for a moment, he took out a fan, and silently fanned his wife.

The gentle wind blows away the dryness.

Seeing the lady's frown slowly subside, Da Zhuang felt relieved, and expertly shook his fan to blow on his hands and feet, which not only relieved the fever, but also repel mosquitoes.

The lady seemed to be immersed in sleep, and she turned over softly. The corners of her pajamas were rubbed up, revealing a section of her pale waist, which shone slightly in the tent.

The white and smooth jade is like a piece of fine jade, seducing people silently.

Da Zhuang swallowed and stared for a long time. After all, he couldn't resist the temptation in front of him. He slowly stretched out his hand and now...

Qiao Yuan opened his eyes and rushed forward.

The man was startled, quickly reacted, and quickly backed away.

But he was sitting by the bed, and if he moved away, according to inertia, the lady would definitely fall off the bed.

So he could only stand stiffly where he was, when a gust of wind hit, and a soft body stuck to his back.

Soft and fragrant.

For a moment, Da Zhuang was in a trance, as if his body was familiar with this aroma, and his lower abdomen felt warm.

But soon, he thought of the consequences of being discovered by his wife, his face turned pale, and he turned around and pressed Qiao Yuan on the couch.

By the time Qiao Yuan got out of the quilt, no one was in the room.

She stepped on something under her feet, picked it up, and put it under the moonlight for a look.

It was a peace charm with rough edges on the corners. It was obvious that the owner cherished it very much and often rubbed it against his heart.

……

"Really?" Sun Yue was in shock, "Mrs. Zhen Guogong wants to watch the Spring Sword Emperor Plum?"

The young man knew what his young master was thinking about Mrs. Zhen Guo, and he couldn't hide the joy on his face. "It's absolutely true. That personal maid said it to me personally tomorrow."

However, the young man looked at his young master cautiously.

Sun Yue's injury from falling off a horse last time has not healed yet. He has been recuperating on the bed these days. The doctor told him not to exercise strenuously.

Sun Yue was originally a person who didn't care about the romantic world. He died under the peonies, and he was still romantic even if he was a ghost.

The opportunity is not to be missed. Since we have to take action, it is best to do it in one step.

Sun Yue's eyes flashed, "Go and get something."

The next day, Sun Yue dressed up like a man and went out for the appointment.

The Duke of Zhenguo's wife was as stunningly beautiful as ever, with snow-skinned skin and a flowery appearance. She was wearing a water-blue gauze skirt, and her color was as bright as the spring dawn. She was more charming than all the famous flowers in the courtyard.

What surprised Sun Yue even more was that after admiring the flowers, Mrs. Zhen Guogong sent someone to bring a pot of wine.

When you get sleepy, someone will give you a pillow.

Sun Yue raised the corners of his lips and took the initiative to pour the wine. He took the opportunity to pour the powder in his sleeve into the wine glass and brought it to Qiao Yuan.

"It's been a long time since I've met friends with such similar tastes. The people around me are just people trying to gain fame and fame. Only my wife is a person who really loves and understands flowers."

Qiao Yuan smiled slightly, took the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp under his burning eyes.

There was a tinge of spring blush on her snow-white cheeks, especially her shallow eyes that seemed to contain a pool of flowing spring water, which made Sun Yue impatient to see him.

Sun Yue stepped forward tentatively: "Madam, I see you don't look good, but are you drunk?"

The beauty propped her head up, as if she hadn't reacted, she stared at him blankly.

Sun Yue suppressed his excitement, got closer and closer, and lowered his voice: "Why don't I help Madam go back to the room to rest."

The beauty looked confused, and her eyes gradually became watery.

The corners of Sun Yue's lips widened uncontrollably.

From now on, the most beautiful woman in Beijing should come to his bed to express her love.

He slowly stretched out his hand, but Qiao Yuan did not move.

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Suddenly there was a strong force behind him, and the world was spinning. Sun Yue came back to his senses. He had rolled down the steps, and the beauty who was in front of him just now was far away from him.

The casserole-sized fists rained down on Sun Yue, and he couldn't dodge it no matter how hard he tried.

It was like a one-sided massacre.

The man is like a dragon whose scales have been touched, his eyes are stern, and he doesn't hold back at all, venting all his anger and fear in his fists and feet.

He was like a madman at the moment, his eyes were scarlet, and anyone who saw him would feel fear and disgust.

The little beauty looked at his crazy back and her eyes slowly turned red.

The man's eyes were red, his mouth was trembling, his iron fist sank into his flesh, and the sound of cracking bones was heard.

Sun Yue was still a young man from a wealthy family, but at this time Da Zhuang completely forgot about the consequences of his actions as a long-term worker.

How dare this person?
How dare he touch his wife with his dirty hands, how dare he look at her with such disgusting eyes, how dare such a lowly person lust for the goddess in his heart? !
Kill him, and kill all the unruly people who covet his wife.

As if he had fallen into chaos, Da Zhuang couldn't hear anything and only had this thought in his mind.

The struggle of the man on the ground became weaker and weaker.

When he was confused, a charming soft moan came.

Like a voiceless voice coming from outside the clouds, it breaks through the fog and penetrates into people's hearts.Da Zhuang froze violently.

In the pavilion, the beauty's face was flushed, her eyes were misty, and she lay weakly on the stone table. Her lips were slightly open, and a hint of red could be faintly seen among the white teeth.

Qiao Yuan opened her eyes with difficulty and saw a tall and mighty man standing in front of her, but he didn't come close. Veins popped up on his forehead.

Why didn't he come to hug her?

The little beauty felt extremely wronged and stood up with her hands on her hands.

She was in a daze from the fever, and just as she took a step, her legs gave way and she fell forward.

As expected, fell into a firm embrace.

The viciousness on Da Zhuang's face hadn't subsided yet, seeing that his wife was about to fall, his body had already reacted with his brain one step ahead, catching the limp beauty.

The hot body temperature burned the man so much that his eyelashes trembled, and a coldness flashed through his black eyes.

Qiao Yuan felt that his body was very hot, and his forehead was sweating, but the man seemed to be unconscious, and his big hands tightened more and more, wishing to integrate her into his own flesh and blood.

Qiao Yuan was dizzy, smelling the familiar breath, his nose was sour: "It's so uncomfortable..."

It was vague and nasal, obviously asking for help, but it also had a hint of pampering.

After she said this, she didn't know what to do. She just looked at the man in confusion, waiting for him to help her solve her dilemma very naturally.

She knew that there was something wrong with that glass of wine, but she didn't care, because she knew that there was a man who would cover her up, and no matter what she did, nothing would happen.

The lonely female finally waited for the male to come back, acted like a baby with him skillfully, and told him her grievances.

Da Zhuang felt the beauty rubbing against his neck, and he stiffened and dared not move.

Qiao Yuan hugged his neck tightly: "It's hot..."

(End of this chapter)