Yang Xiayunâs face instantly turned beet red, "Why are you so petty? I already said, I didnât 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 didnât know you were so eager for it? How about we do it early?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Yang Xiayun glared at him, "Whoâs eager?"
"Hehe, are you shy?" Luo Linhao suddenly kissed her on the cheek, "Actually, even if you donât want to, I really do."
Yang Xiayunâs face turned red again, remembering how heâd been gone for almost two years, feeling a bit uneasy. If thereâs another war in the future, wouldnât he be away for a long time again? "Why did you come back so late? When are you leaving again?"
"Little Yunyun, I just got back, and youâre already thinking about me leaving?" Luo Linhao wasnât happy, wondering if this little girl had feelings or not.
"Thatâs what you said, not me." 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 Xiayunâs eyes.
"Youâre injured? Is it serious?" Yang Xiayun panicked a bit, "Where are you hurt, is it healed?"
A flurry of questions came out, and she went forward to tug at Luo Linhaoâs clothes.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Luo Linhao was startled by her daring actions, "Wife, let go, let go, weâre outside! If you really want to see my strong physique, letâs 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 Iâm 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 didnât go to battle, so how could I get hurt? As for previous injuries, they healed long ago, so you donât 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 donât want to marry me, then letâs go straight to the bridal chamber! Once weâve done that, letâs see if youâll still refuse to marry me!"
"Have some 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, weâll go to the south together," after a while, Luo Linhao said as he held her breathless form, "The Emperor has assigned me to guard there and has allowed me to take my family along, so we wonât have to be apart anymore."
"Really?" Yang Xiayunâs eyes noticeably brightened.
"Of course itâs true!"
"Thatâs great." Yang Xiayun smiled but couldnât resist adding, "You should be grateful the Emperor is letting me go with you, otherwise I canât promise I wonât kick you away."
"You cheeky girl!" Upon hearing this, Luo Linhao felt like his chest was about to explode with frustration, "Kick me away for what? Are you thinking of finding someone 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, Iâve realized, your looks are declining, look at you, practically a dark egg, I prefer fair skinned gentlemen."
After saying this, she suddenly felt the air around her grow cold.
Seeing Luo Linhaoâs eyes getting deeper, she realized she was in trouble.