Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

I don't know why, Lin Qianyi's words came to mind unexpectedly: "I have never taken a concubine since I married her, and I have been facing her face for seven or eight years. No matter how beautiful she is, it makes people tired." Already!"

My heart trembled slightly, do men like the new and dislike the old?

He used to be flirtatious, playful, surrounded by beautiful women, but he has been facing himself for the past ten years, is he tired of it?

Even if you are not tired now, what about 30 or 50 years from now?

Even if he never got tired of it, but after 90 years, I still have to separate from him and go back to the sky to be the God of War...[

No matter what, separation is a matter of time, but I am already used to having him by my side...

This habit is terrible, it makes her no longer independent, no longer independent, no longer like a war god...

It made her feel extremely painful just thinking about the separation in the future.

Are you sinking too deeply?

She had never been so out of control in her simple and extraordinary life, and this feeling made her terrified.

She shrank slightly, slipped out of his embrace, and rolled to the other side of the big bed.

When the surrounding is empty, the heart is also empty.

Even though the thick and soft silk quilt was covering her body, she felt a chill, an unprecedented chill.

Just leaving his arms like this made her extremely uncomfortable, so how would she face the inevitable separation in the future?

90 years is an unattainable long time for human beings, but for her it is just three short months...

Time flies in the blink of an eye.

When I was with him, I thought three months was a long time, but now it feels so short, really short...

Xuanyuan Luoyu, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly moved, as if sensing that his arms were empty, he flicked his arms to the side, and it was empty.

Opening her eyes involuntarily, her misty pupils met with Mu Yue's clear pupils.

Mu Yue froze slightly, and subconsciously shrank back into the quilt.

"Mu Mu, what are you doing?" Bleak 