The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

  The girl was sitting on the bay window opposite the big bed, hidden by curtains, and she was fascinated by it.

  Zhan Mu Qian's heart shook slightly, and a certain strong touch surged into his heart.

  His eyes kept falling on the figure that was blocked by the dark curtain.

  He dared not speak out.

  A man with the greatest authority in the country was so frightened that he did not dare to say anything.

  He can only watch quietly, wanting to see what she is doing.

  ……

  The girl seemed to be in a daze, she didn't move for a long time.

  Zhan Muqian sat upright on the bed, not too tired.

  He kept looking at her back, so quiet that even his breathing seemed to be in silent mode.

  Until the girl suddenly got up on her knees and pushed open the window, the howling wind swept in.

  Zhan Mu Qian rushed forward before he could think about it.

  Firmly circle her in his arms.

  His voice is low and mute, with a trembling tail.

"what are you going to do……"

  He hugged the cotton quilt too tightly, which was obviously very uncomfortable.

  She moved her arms and struggled a little.

  He is so powerful.

  Struggling is nothing but futile.

   She gave up struggling, and whispered: "I don't plan to do anything, can you let me go first."

  Zhan Muqian hasn't heard her voice for a long time.

  This voice is different from Miaoyu.

  Miaoyu’s voice is a bit more shrill, soft and sweet.

  Mianmian’s voice is round and sweet, but not so soft.

  Perhaps because the vocal cords are the same.

  In essence, there is not much difference in their voices.

  But maybe it's because the two personalities have completely different mentalities when facing her.

  So that every word Miaoyu said to him seemed to be sweet and sweet with a girl.

   makes him feel softer.

  As for cotton...

  Mianmian will make his heartache.

  He didn't dare to miss her.

   But I can’t help thinking about it day and night.

  …………

  Zhan Mu Qian tightened her arm and loosened a little, but didn't mean to let her go.

  Mianmian frowned, a little impatient.

  He was silent for a while, as if to calm his emotions.

  Wait until the mood stabilized, and then gently asked, "You always come back so suddenly, making me scared, Mianmian, you really make me scared..."

  Mianmian bumped him lightly with an elbow, and finally got out of his hot embrace.

  She reached out and pushed the window wider.

  "Your Excellency, what is there to be afraid of, I just feel bored and want to blow the air."

  Zhan Mu Qian felt that she was in a bad mood.

  I only came back once after hard work, but I was in a bad mood.

  Because Mianmian feels bored in the house when she is psychologically bored.

   will habitually want to open the window to blow.

  Although it is summer.

  But she is wearing a light suspender nightdress.

  The temperature of the air-conditioning in the room is not high, in fact, it is very easy to catch cold by blowing it at night.

   But he still let her.

  No matter what she does, he can only leave her alone.

  Zhan Muqian's voice was very deep, which was especially sad.

  But it's not sad and angry, it's a strong sadness.

  It is like facing the lover that I have missed for a long time, clearly in front of my eyes, but it is like being separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and I don't know where to start a lot of words.

   "I'm afraid, I'm really scared by you, Mianmian, come back this time and never leave again, okay?"

  Mianmian finally turned to look at him, she smiled, "Actually, I am coming or going, is there really a difference for you?"

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