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In the ninth month of the eighth year of Emperor Yijin, in the deep valley of the Phoenix Imperial Capital, hibiscus flowers bloom on the shore of the sea.

A man in a white shirt stands with his hands behind his hands in the snowy sea of ​​hibiscus petals flying in the sky. His beautiful and elegant figure is facing the warm wind blowing by the water bank.

, as beautiful as a fairy.

Beside the man in the white shirt, there is a beautiful woman in a red dress. The two interlock their fingers and look at each other. There is a deep affection in their eyes, and they look at each other silently.

, but louder.

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The beautiful woman in the fiery red dress moved her tightly clasped fingers and reluctantly touched the flat belly of the man in white shirt. She bit her lip and there was a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

"Haha, what's wrong? Why did Yuzhuang make Han'er angry?"

The man in the white shirt has a very beautiful face.

The man in the white shirt has a pair of very beautiful fairy muscles and bones.

The man in white shirt has a very cool and charming voice.

Three layers of beauty overlapped on the man in the white shirt. The beautiful man seemed not to be a mortal in the world, but invisibly had a touch of death that did not eat the fireworks of this world.

"well

The pretty woman curled her lips and raised the two sweet dimples on her face. Her eyes always stayed on the lower abdomen of the man in the white shirt, unable to bear to leave.

"Well

Following the woman's gaze down his body, the man in white shirt seemed to understand the meaning of the woman's words.

"well

The woman looked at the man in the white shirt with sadness, guilt, prayer, and distress.

With a hint of sadness in her eyes, the woman leaned into the arms of the man in a white shirt, stretched out her hand to catch a hibiscus petal flying in the air, and kept murmuring in her heart a daughter's name that she had been thinking about for a long time.

"Han'er, Yuzhuang has committed such a serious mistake. You can forgive Yuzhuang, but Yuzhuang cannot forgive herself. This kind of lifestyle is the best punishment for Yuzhuang."

Three miscarriages, three innocent little lives, all died because of him. How can he live in peace now?

It was a blessing that God had not punished him with death. In this life, he no longer wanted anything extravagant and just wanted to live in peace. That would be fine.

"But now, don't you think this is a punishment for being a wife?"

The woman didn't quite agree with what the man in the white shirt said. She glanced angrily at the handsome face of the man in the white shirt that didn't react at all, and then spoke with a hint of shame.

"Huh? Punishment? Haha, doesn't Han'er have thirteen other husbands? It seems that he is too busy every month to do it?" [

The man in the white shirt's words contained the interest in the topic that was deliberately provoked by the woman. He put his arm around the woman's waist and joked seemingly unintentionally.

"Well

The woman's thoughts about continuing to answer the conversation were instantly frozen and knotted by the words of the man in white, forming layers of thick ice, weighing her down so much that she didn't know what to say.

"What? You were caught by Yuzhuang and you were speechless?"

Looking at the woman's ethereal eyes, the man in the white shirt was delighted by the cute expression the woman occasionally showed, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Eh? Let's figure it out then? Those husbands

Stretching out her index finger, she poked the man in the white shirt unceremoniously on the chest. The woman had a very ferocious expression on her face. The force of the poke on the chest of the man in the white shirt was very light, very light, for fear of hurting the man in the white shirt.
Chapter completed!