Song Wuyou struggled vigorously, but her struggle seemed to have angered Gu Yanhao.
Gu Yanhao's kiss became more and more fierce, like a wild wolf biting its prey.
Song Wuyou took a bite of the smell of blood, and her heart fell into a trough at this moment.
In the end, she gave up struggling and let him ravage wantonly like a puppet.
Her non-resistance drove Gu Yanhao further into madness.
His kiss moved down slowly, to her neck, and then to her clavicle...
Song Wuyou thought that he would want her at this time like a beast.
Suddenly, he stopped.
Gu Yanhao raised his head, his eyes were deep, and he looked at Song Wuyou.
Seeing her eyes open, looking at the front indifferently, his heart twitched fiercely.
He lay on top of her and asked a question that he had always been afraid of, "Song Wuyou, do you like Mu Gu?"
When Song Wuyou heard this, his eyelashes like ink fans trembled slightly.
My heart, as if being grabbed by an invisible hand, was extremely uncomfortable.
She looked at him slowly, her eyes cold.
Is she the swinging kind of woman
In his mind, is she that bad
Could it be that she can't have a friend of the opposite sex
He probably doesn't know how to write the four words "confidante", right
"I said, I don't like it? Will you believe it?" Song Wuyou looked straight into the other's eyes.
"I believe it. You tore up that painting, so I believe it."
"I can not do it!"
Gu Yanhao looked at her dangerously, and gritted his teeth: "You have to fight against me?"
"You are the one against me!"
"You throw the flowers I gave you on the ground, and Mu Gu gave you the flowers, do you regard them as treasures?"
Song Wuyou smiled coldly, "That painting is indeed a treasure to me."
"Damn it!" Gu Yanhao was furious, and punched Song Wuyou's ear.
Song Wuyou only felt a gust of wind coming from his ears, and then the bed shook.
From this we can see how hard this punch was.
Song Wuyou looked at him fearlessly, his gaze indifferent.
Gu Yanhao sat up irritably from the bed, glared at Song Wuyou fiercely, then turned around and strode away.
Lying there, Song Wuyou sighed deeply.
His temperament is the same as that heartbreaker—
Since he became the emperor, his temper has become very violent.
Just like the current Gu Yanhao has the same temper, getting angry at every turn, with cloudy eyes.
Song Wuyou swallowed, sat up slowly, didn't even have time to tidy up his messy hair, hurried to the balcony, picked up the painting, spread it out and smoothed it out.
Wrinkled, crumpled.
Song Wuyou squatted there, lowered his head, and looked at the painting quietly.
Touching the painting, I saw the painting of her riding a horse and fighting, and the memories of the eight years of fighting kept popping up in my mind.
At that time, he and she were a couple.
He cared about her life and death, but when fighting with her, he was never afraid of death.
In a very violent battle, they were all wounded, he said, and they would live and die together.
Her calf was slashed, and he carried her back to the barracks, where he personally washed her wound and feet.
She asked him: "I have so many scars on my arms and feet, will you dislike me?"
He looked up and looked at her seriously: "No! In my heart, they are not scars."
She smiled sweetly: "What is that?"
His eyes flowed: "A symbol of love for me."
If she didn't love him, she wouldn't join the army with him and suffer so much.
After hearing this, she smiled shyly. At that time, she thought in her heart that as long as she could be with him, it didn't matter how many scars she had on her body—