Chapter 3: Yunmeng
When the king was sleepy and was about to fall asleep, the woman suddenly sat up and went down to his berth.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of worried eyes, a woman with her legs in her arms and bare feet, sitting on his legs with her eyes opposite, temporarily frozen.
The emperor sat up, folded his legs, and left enough room for women. So they sat face to face together, and the emperor could even clearly smell the faint fragrance on the woman.
is very light fragrance, which is completely different from those made by artificial perfume. It gives people a natural and fresh feeling.
"Are you okay?" Sitting face to face, the king looked at the woman close by and asked in a low voice.
"Those gangsters should not stop here, will they come to retaliate?" The woman's beautiful eyes, twinkling slightly, looked at the king and asked with a trace of worry.
The monarch did not know why this woman was so sensitive, like a frightened bird, anxious.
Maybe this is also a woman with a story.
He thought so in his mind.
"Don't worry, it's OK. A few thieves can't make a good climate." The King shook his head and said with indifference.
The woman took a deep look at him, then put her head on her knee, clasped her hands around her knee, and her long hair fell from the other end.
"In a few hours, it's time to stop and sleep a little longer." The King sat up and freed the whole bunk, signaling her to sleep in her own bunk.
The woman did not refuse, lying down obediently, with a pair of jade hands, grabbed the quilt and covered herself. The beautiful eyes never left the king's face from beginning to end.
Feeling a plea in her eyes, the king smiled bitterly and shook his head and sat down beside her.
The woman in the quilt curled up her legs, and the naked foot raised the quilt that covered the lower half of her body, looking at the king beautifully.
This provocative gesture, and the beautiful eyes of the Chu and Chu pleading, in the eyes of the king, let him have some imagination.
He took another look at the woman, moved her body inward and sat back on it. The woman put her son down and just covered him.
"My name is Yun Meng, and you?" When the king closed his eyes, the woman's crisp voice sounded again in his ears.
"Jun..." Subconsciously, he would like to say the name of the king, but after saying the first word, he stopped. This is not his name, but a nickname given to him by others, a mercenary's high honor.
"My name is... Tang Feng. " The floating memory, the dusty name of five years, once again appeared in his mind.
When he was rescued from the prison for the dead and secretly sent out to China, the name became a taboo. Five years later, the king was his only name. No one except one in China knew his real name.
"Are you a soldier?" Yuanmeng cat was in the quilt and asked in a low voice.
The bunk was so big that when her body moved, two bare feet accidentally fell on Tang Feng.
This season, clothes are thin, young men and women, physical touch, always a little sensitive.
temporary stagnation, Yun Meng hurriedly retrieved his feet, the face hidden in the quilt, has been a blush.
Tang Feng was just a momentary loss of consciousness and soon returned to normal.
"It's getting late, go to bed." Tang Feng turned his head and threw an easy-going smile at Yun Meng, whispering.
The woman nodded, put her head on her arm, leaned sideways and closed her eyes.
To Tang Feng's surprise, the fools did not appear again in the next few hours.
At more than three o'clock in the morning, Tang Feng opened his eyes, but in the first time he opened them, he frowned.
Carefully lifted the quilt on the body, a pair of white jade feet, the ghost put the God on his body.
In this hot season, the clothes they wear are already thin. Now they are squeezed together on a bed. Either side of the bed has movement, and the other side can feel it clearly.
shook his head helplessly, and he stretched out his hand, intending to move the white and smooth jade feet away. But when he grasped the foot in his palm, the dream seemed to be aware of it and opened his eyes suddenly. At the same time, he sat up and looked toward him.
"You... What do you do?" Looking at his foot being grasped by the man behind him in the hand, Yun dream of the whole people trembled, a chill in the heart surged, those beautiful eyes staring at Tang Feng, voice a little trembling asked.
She knows that at such times, if the strong man really wants to do something for himself, she's afraid he doesn't have a chance to cry for help.
"Your feet are misplaced, I just want to move them away." Looking at the flustered dream, Tang Feng laughed bitterly.
According to Tang Feng, Yunmeng was a stunned God first, and then it was.