Reborn as the Queen Takes Down the Special Forces Captain

  Meng Yang took a few deep breaths and slightly calmed his mind: "Don't think too much, I missed it before, but in the future, I'll slowly accompany you to find it back."

  "I know, you always are." Although she hadn't drunk any wine, Lu Nianwen somehow felt a sense of intoxication. Was it the night air that was too enticing? Or was his voice too enchanting? She couldn't tell, or maybe it was both: "You're always like this, so gentle, gentle to the point of being annoying."

  "What are you talking about, you little girl? Are you itching for a fight?" Meng Yang's voice was hoarse, his smile at the corner of his mouth somewhat forced. His hands, placed at his sides, unconsciously clenched into fists, and his entire person seemed to emanate a mysterious, cold aura in the darkness. Lu Nianwen looked over from her position, feeling as though Meng Yang had merged with the night behind him, even thinking she could hear his muffled breathing. In this beautiful night scene, there was an eerie feeling.

  The moonlight is soft and gentle, at this moment, in this place, with these feelings and scenes, it should be infinitely beautiful.

  But all these have no effect on Lu Nianwan anymore, she is already a bit lost: "Why are you so good to me? Obviously knowing that I've never been as perfect as you imagined, obviously knowing that I've done many wrong things, obviously knowing that I've always been too much for you, obviously knowing......" Her voice was too urgent, which made her stop and ask him as if questioning herself: "Yangzi, why is this? Tell me, what part of me has captivated you?"

  "Little cutie, then you tell me, what kind of person do we imagine you to be?" Meng Yang himself couldn't make it clear, and he could only give her an answer: "The things you asked, I've never thought about before, you tell me, how should I respond."

  The fist relaxed and then tightened again, followed by a wave of weakness that kept coming.

  "Why can human emotions be so profound, yet also so shallow?" Lu Nianwen was truly puzzled: "Like you, like me. Why do people need to have emotions?"

  The last sentence of her murmured words finally made Meng Yang lose control, and he hugged her tightly, lowering his head to kiss her, making those hurtful words disappear under his lips.

  Lu Nianwen was caught off guard, her rationality gradually leaving with his movements, and for a moment, she thought this was the end of the world.

  At last, a kiss ended. Lu Nianwen leaned softly in his arms, breathing rapidly, with hot air rising from her cheeks, eyes filled with spring water, red lips slightly swollen, and the rippling light added a few points of charm to her.

  Meng Yang pressed her against his chest, his large hands gently stroking her soft and straight long hair, the feeling was indeed not bad. One by one! Repeatedly, soothing her restless mind.

  If Lu Nianwen could see his expression at this moment, she would definitely regret the words that came out of her mouth without careful consideration. Meng Yang's face was gloomy, with a slight pursing of his lips, and his features were cold and stern, with an endless darkness in his eyes that seemed to hold a hint of bloodthirsty ferocity.

  Meng Yang's appearance is actually that of a handsome type, but what kind of place is the Meng family? How can a little rabbit be born in a den of wolves and tigers.

  Although he has his mother's looks, the aura on his father's body is also very similar. The natural and effortless aura, combined with years of experience in the military camp, makes him intimidating enough to stand out, let alone now that he doesn't even try to hide it, making it even more overwhelming.

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