Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 282 Family and Country in Dire Straits (52)

With his lips slightly parted, Yan Yu felt a little... weak?

Gu Yao looked at the beautiful woman in front of him and took a long time to confirm that they were indeed getting married today.

After all, both of them were wearing wedding attire.

The beautiful woman before him must be his wife.

Although I don't know when they were brought here, I have to say... well done!

That face, that figure, they're just really attractive.

And, does it look somewhat familiar?

Like who?

She was also dressed in fiery red, passionate and vibrant, beautiful yet ruthless.

Equally beautiful fox eyes...

"My lord, you are always so indifferent and heartless."

"Why, why can't you just look at me one more time?"

"Sir, are you here to judge me?"

The boy's tearful question sent a sharp pain through Gu Yao's head. He frowned and tried to raise his hand to rub his forehead, but the person in front of him grabbed his wrist.

Before I could react, the world spun around me, and then a series of soft, gentle kisses, like waves lapping against the shore, fell upon me.

It's addictive, yet it also makes it hard to breathe.

This effectively diverted Gu Yao's attention.

He was focused on wrestling with the person in front of him.

We can't afford to fall behind.

The first time is very important.

Their breaths mingled, their long fingers intertwined, neither giving way, displaying a uniquely masculine desire for conquest.

Neither side wanted to be at a disadvantage.

The fingers that were originally intertwined had moved somewhere and were now fighting each other, tearing the once neat clothes into a mess.

Gu Yao took a breath, feeling that the beautiful woman in front of him was really too hot.

Is this the type he likes?

My head is spinning, making my thoughts a bit sluggish.

But this is too unfair! Looking at her own outer robe, which was almost undone, and then at the "culprit's" wedding dress, which only had two buttons undone.

Gu Yao felt a little annoyed.

Feeling irritated by the blurry vision, Gu Yao ripped off his gold-rimmed glasses and tossed them aside.

He searched around for anything that might be useful.

He reached up and the red hairband that had just been haphazardly torn fell into his palm.

Yan Yu calmed her slightly unsteady breathing, looking at the person in front of her who seemed to be up to something. Those pursed, swollen red lips looked incredibly alluring.

It looks like a pastry soaked in rose petal juice.

Sweet, fragrant, soft and chewy.

Yan Yu's eyes darkened, his thoughts drifting, when he saw Gu Yao simply take off his outer robe and pounce on him.

A drunk person doesn't actually have much strength.

But seeing Gu Yao's enthusiastic expression, he was happy to indulge him.

After Gu Yao finished tying the knot, he looked at the person in front of him with suspicion.

They were so fierce just now, why are they so well-behaved now?

Yan Yu smiled gently, as if she could read minds. Her upturned fox eyes narrowed slightly, like a seductive fox spirit. Her gaze was fixed on the pastry, savoring its wonderful taste, and she gently licked her lips.

"Sir, you can do whatever you want to me."

I will never refuse you, sir.

My palm print, sir.

Gu Yao sat on the firm abs, feeling your rising and falling breaths, tilted his head and stared at the person in front of him, taking a long time to understand what those words meant.

After a long silence, the handsome young man seemed to have finally thought it through, and asked blankly, "Really, anything is fine?"

Yan Yu seemed somewhat helpless and was about to say something when he saw Gu Yao move his body.

Breath hitched.

grass.

Yan Yu turned her head slightly, her face instantly turning bright red.

He never expected it to be this torturous.

He knew the feel of that... better than anyone else.

Now, as the skin was gently rubbed against his abdomen, he felt only torment.

The culprit, however, looked at him with an innocent and bewildered expression, seemingly unaware of what was wrong. "What's wrong with you? Why is your face so red all of a sudden?" he asked, reaching out to touch his smooth forehead.

The cool fingertips touched the hot skin, like water droplets falling into a hot oil pan, instantly creating a whirlwind that made Yan Yu's heart tremble.

He turned his head to look at the person who was lying on him like a small animal, sniffing him gently, and he was extremely curious about everything.

Innocent and pure.

Yan Yu felt as if the fire was burning his brain, otherwise why would his mind be so foggy?

Mr.

Handprint.

A Yao.

Gu Yao felt that his mind was not very clear either. He hadn't figured out whether the person in front of him was sick or not, but he felt as if he was bewitched by those beautiful fox eyes.

Beautiful, I want...

Thinking this, Gu Yao did just that, bending down to kiss those lips that looked so inviting to kiss.

It was his favorite osmanthus fragrance.

And... the people on the osmanthus branches.

Dressed entirely in red, she was outrageously flamboyant.

He waved what he was holding at him.

"My lord, thankfully these osmanthus trees can survive in this sacred soil. From now on, every day and every year, I will plant an osmanthus tree for you in this wasteland. When the osmanthus trees grow into a forest, will you grant me a request?"

The person dressed in white had their face obscured, but their voice was gentle. "Fox, it's already a miracle that this one survived. Of the nearly one hundred saplings, only this one survived. Why bother?"

"Because I want to ask the adults for something I have longed for but have not been able to obtain for many years."

The young man in white seemed somewhat helpless and sighed, "Alright."

Gu Yao opened his eyes, and in his dazed state, the person in front of him overlapped with the figure in his vague and indistinct memories.

"Fox~"