Yang Xiayun’s face instantly turned beet red, "Why are you so petty? I already said, I didn’t say it on purpose."
"Then you did say it on purpose?" Luo Linhao teased her, "We were just chatting and it led to the bridal chamber; I didn’t know you were so eager for it? How about we do it early?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Yang Xiayun glared at him, "Who’s eager?"
"Hehe, are you shy?" Luo Linhao suddenly kissed her on the cheek, "Actually, even if you don’t want to, I really do."
Yang Xiayun’s face turned red again, rembering how he’d been gone for almost two years, feeling a bit uneasy. If there’s another war in the future, wouldn’t he be away for a long ti again? "Why did you co back so late? When are you leaving again?"
"Little Yunyun, I just got back, and you’re already thinking about leaving?" Luo Linhao wasn’t happy, wondering if this little girl had feelings or not.
"That’s what you said, not ." Yang Xiayun stood up and suddenly looked at him, "Are you injured?"
Luo Linhao deliberately kept quiet and shrugged his shoulders, making him seem wounded in Yang Xiayun’s eyes.
"You’re injured? Is it serious?" Yang Xiayun panicked a bit, "Where are you hurt, is it healed?"
A flurry of questions ca out, and she went forward to tug at Luo Linhao’s clothes.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Luo Linhao was startled by her daring actions, "Wife, let go, let go, we’re outside! If you really want to see my strong physique, let’s go back inside and take a good look behind closed doors."
Yang Xiayun turned so red it reached her neck.
"Silly girl, do I look like I’m injured?" Luo Linhao tapped her on the head.
"Really not injured?" Yang Xiayun was a bit skeptical; he had taken down bandits all over the country, how could he not be hurt at all?
"Really not!" Luo Linhao explained since she still looked serious, "I was at the southern border last year, and being on the border for so long, I didn’t go to battle, so how could I get hurt? As for previous injuries, they healed long ago, so you don’t need to worry. Stop frowning, cheer up, and just prepare to be a beautiful bride."
"Pfft, who said I wanted to marry you?"
"Tsk tsk, getting coy now?" Luo Linhao suddenly grabbed her forcefully, "If you don’t want to marry , then let’s go straight to the bridal chamber! Once we’ve done that, let’s see if you’ll still refuse to marry !"
"Have so decency, will you? Always talking about the bridal chamber, how can you be so thick-skinned?" Yang Xiayun gave him a playful glare.
Luo Linhao chuckled, "What do I need a decent face for? As long as I can marry a wife." With that, he sealed her slightly parted red lips.
"Once we get married, we’ll go to the south together," after a while, Luo Linhao said as he held her breathless form, "The Emperor has assigned to guard there and has allowed to take my family along, so we won’t have to be apart anymore."
"Really?" Yang Xiayun’s eyes noticeably brightened.
"Of course it’s true!"
"That’s great." Yang Xiayun smiled but couldn’t resist adding, "You should be grateful the Emperor is letting go with you, otherwise I can’t promise I won’t kick you away."
"You cheeky girl!" Upon hearing this, Luo Linhao felt like his chest was about to explode with frustration, "Kick away for what? Are you thinking of finding soone better?"
"Of course!" Yang Xiayun lifted her head, "Back then, it was because I found your thick skin attractive that I was bewitched by your good looks. But now, I’ve realized, your looks are declining, look at you, practically a dark egg, I prefer fair skinned gentlen."
After saying this, she suddenly felt the air around her grow cold.
Seeing Luo Linhao’s eyes getting deeper, she realized she was in trouble.
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