Vol 6 Chapter 833: Little Woman's Heart

During the stitching, Han Bing occasionally raised his eyes slightly and looked at Lu Yang softly.

Lu Yang looked at Han Bing's light smile, charmingly, her heart was already drunk in her gentle eyes.

In the red candle, the mellow warmth gathered at the corners of her eyes and brows as the unique charm of a woman's bones, and the scene before her was an indescribable poetic mood.

As the saying goes: "A man who can make a woman laugh is undoubtedly what a woman likes; and a man who can make a woman cry is what a woman loves from the bottom of her heart."

The practicality of this sentence also applies to men.

Lu Yang, he has a tripartite world in his heart.

On the other side is the **** rivers and lakes, all his love, hatred, hatred and hatred started from there, and all his immortal myths and legends are circulating there.

And he himself didn't know whether the rivers and lakes could not do without him, or he could not do without them.

On one side is the three-masted ship drifting on the sea, on which there are lovers, wine, sunshine, and the vast sea, enough to make all the unhappiness disappear.

There is also a world of heaven and earth, but it makes Lu Yang indescribable. He can't describe this Fang Tiandi accurately. He can only say that this is an inexplicable feeling.

To be a kind of warmth of "this heart is my hometown", and a sense of dependence that allows the soul to stay quietly.

Lu Yang understood that this Fang Tiandi was wherever Han Bing was together, and this feeling only appeared when he was with Han Bing.

Lu Yang couldn't help walking to her, squatting down slowly, resting his head on her lap, sniffing the fresh silver salvia scent on her body, and sighed contentedly.

Han Bing was taken aback, she silently put down the needlework and clothes in her hand, and stretched out her hand to gently touch Lu Yang's face.

After a while, Han Bing's eyes were soft and nostalgic: "What's wrong?"

Lu Yang looked at her splendid young face, and sighed sincerely: "I thought I was not old, but when I saw you, I thought I was old."

Han Bing said: "You..."

Lu Yang interrupted her with a wry smile, "If I were to get married early, maybe my children could call you sister."

Han Bing was stunned. It seemed that he didn't expect Lu Yang to say this. It took a long time before she said leisurely: "Women's minds are much more delicate than men's, so they age faster than men. Besides..." she paused. After a pause, he looked at Lu Yang calmly, and asked meaningfully, "Why do you think it was me who changed his mind first?"

Lu Yang heard Han Bing's voice-over, and he smiled helplessly, his beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with warmth.

He said in a low voice with a magnetic voice that can make all girls feel like a deer, "A woman who can make Lu Yang look like Lu Yang, besides you, who else has such a great magical power?"

Lu Yang was convinced that he loved her. He loves her smile like a flower, he loves her stubbornness, and also her tenderness and fragility.

Han Bing was not ecstatic. She stretched out her hand and stroked Lu Yang's long hair, fixedly staring at his face, calmly and softly said: "Perhaps, we love each other but don't trust enough, just because we have no children."

Lu Yang was stunned. He blinked and looked at her uncertainly: "...what do you mean?"

auzw.com Han Bing raised his hand to stroke his brow, smiled slightly, and said, "You don't want it?"

Her voice sounded softly in Lu Yang's ears like a spring breeze.

"No! I think!" Lu Yang replied subconsciously. He held her white and tender hands, sighed softly, and said gently: "We have been together for a long time. I don't want to force you to do this kind of thing. I don’t want you to regret it in the future..."

"I'm telling the truth," Han Bing interrupted Lu Yang. She looked at Lu Yang calmly, "You don't have to worry about the issue of responsibility. If you want to leave me, just tell me, I will never There will be more entanglements."

When she said this, the arrogance of deja vu appeared in her eyes.

Lu Yang was silent, he couldn't refuse Han Bing's request.

After a while, Han Bing heard Lu Yang's voice low and trembling slightly: "Okay."

Han Bing didn't make this decision casually. She was convinced that she loved Lu Yang deeply, at least for now.

She wanted to give birth to a child for Lu Yang, or to save the blood of Han.

If she dies, who will inherit the wealth of Pingdong Palace? Leave it to Lu Yang? The retainers in the palace would never agree easily.

Taking 10,000 steps back, the future of her and Lu Yang is still chaotic, what about love? Maybe, after a while, they will return to their respective positions.

By then, she didn't even have the right to be a complete and free woman, and the soul jade had deprived her of too much happiness.

Now, she wants to deliver herself to the most beloved.

Lu Yang was so nervous that his palms were sweating like an innocent boy, his fingertips quivered, and he unbuttoned her clothes several times.

Looking back and smiling, Bai Meisheng, the spring breeze all night.

A drop of clear tears flicked from the corner of Han Bing's eyes, whether it was a tear of pain or a tear of happiness, only she knew it in her heart.

In the cold winter, the whole room is warm as spring.

Han Lin leaned slantingly on the grandmaster's chair covered with red orangutan felt. On the small coffee table with a teacup beside him, there was an altar of good daughter red at random.

Han Lin now has his clothes open, his face is a little drunk, but his eyes are so clear.

The light gauze in the room moved slowly, playing like a piano, with the incense curling, and dozens of night pearls hanging high.

A woman in a flaming red dance dress is like a nine-day mysterious girl, stepping on the rhythm of the music, leaning and turning from time to time, the skirt is flying, and the long sleeves are throwing like a dragon.

She was barefoot, with a foot bell hanging on her feet, and her flaming dance clothes made her look like a burning red lotus, which was so charming and touching.

The music stopped and after a dance, Han Lin poured himself a bowl of wine, but he didn't drink it, just raised his hand and slowly fell to the ground.

Han Lin's eyes were a bit gloomy, he seemed to be full of hatred, not knowing what he was thinking about. ..

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