It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 566: Ten Years of Friendship

How could Liu Yao let go? He pulled her into his arms and asked anxiously, "Third sister, what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

When I looked down at Yang Xianrong's little face, I found that her eyes were full of crystal, and the next moment she was already in tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry, what happened?" Liu Yao became even more panicked and wiped the tears from Yang Xianrong's face with his big hands. "Wasn't she fine just now? It's all my fault. It's all my fault."

Yang Xianrong didn't say anything, and refused to let him touch her face again. She struggled hard, trying to get out of his arms. But Liu Yao could only use more strength, and directly imprisoned her in his arms. "No matter what, it's all my fault. I admit my mistake first. I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Liu Yao didn't know what to do and could only admit his mistake.

"How could you be wrong? I just thought too much." Yang Xianrong was not as strong as her, so she simply stopped struggling and looked up at him. This man was much more mature and heroic than he was ten years ago. He had experienced bloody battles on the battlefield. He was no longer the man who had rescued her from the burning phoenix carriage on the streets of Luoyang. Even his eyes were less clear and bright.

Yes, he is no longer the young man in bright clothes, and she is no longer the delicate and gorgeous girl.

So much has happened in the past ten years. I'm really thinking too much.

The moment Yang Xianrong lowered her head, Liu Yao suddenly lowered his head as well and kissed her soft and cold red lips forcefully. He held her waist with one arm and supported the back of her neck with the other hand to prevent her from leaving.

Yang Xianrong was a little panicked, and instinctively wanted to continue struggling. But Liu Yao refused to let go and kissed her harder. He had coveted this tenderness for a long time. He abided by the etiquette and knew that he could not go beyond the rules. Because at that time, she was someone else's wife. Even if the Jin Dynasty fell, he did not dare to cross the line. He just watched her from afar, as long as she was safe.

After they parted in Luoyang, he thought they would never meet again in this life, so he drank heavily, trying to forget everything. However, that bright and beautiful smiling face could not be erased.

During the battle, she was the one helping him secretly!
He was not a fool. When he saw Wang Po, he had a vague guess, but he did not dare to believe it. After all, the words they had said to each other before were always discouraging.

At this moment, she was in his arms, and he could feel her struggle slowly stopping, and her tears flowing down his face... Nothing could be more real than now.

"Third sister..." Liu Yao's lips briefly left hers and he called softly, "Don't go, don't leave me."

Yang Xianrong had no strength left and was just standing with the help of his strength. When she heard such whispers, she couldn't stop crying.

"Third sister, can you like me a little bit? Just a little bit is enough." Liu Yao's voice was trembling. "I'm really scared. I'm afraid you'll leave me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He kissed her again, this time much more gently, just lightly, afraid to hurt her. He had never been so careful, never in his life.

I was very nervous, but I also thought that I must be brave this time.

At this moment, he suddenly felt the woman in his arms kissing him back. Although she was trembling all over, she did respond to him.

Liu Yao immediately added some strength and was even more reluctant to let go.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but also like only a short moment, until he could feel Yang Xianrong collapsing due to exhaustion, he finally left her lips, looked at her carefully, and stroked her little face.

Red lips, painted face, a dazed look in her eyes... But she leaned on him and had no intention of leaving. "Third sister." Liu Yao's voice was unusually hoarse, and he was shocked. "Don't leave me, let's stay together forever, okay?"

The person in his arms nodded, and he hugged her tighter.

After a long time, Liu Yao felt that he could not stand any longer, so he pulled Yang Xianrong to sit down. However, he refused to sit apart from Yang Xianrong, and even put her directly on his lap.

Yang Xianrong's face turned even redder, and she tried to struggle to get away from him.

But Liu Yao refused at all, and hugged her waist tightly, whispering in her ear: "What do you think I will do?"

Yang Xianrong's ears had already turned red, and she didn't dare to look at him again.

Liu Yao smiled softly, his eyes showing relief. "Third sister, can you hold me for a while longer? I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

"Oh." Yang Xianrong had no choice but to bury her little face in his chest and listen to the strong heartbeat coming from his chest. Each sound gave her infinite peace of mind.

"You've lost a lot of weight again..." Liu Yao couldn't help but say again.

"Then will you dislike me?" Yang Xianrong took the opportunity to ask.

"how come?"

"Will you dislike me... because I'm too old?" After saying this, she was actually surprised at herself. Why did she ask it directly? Of course, she was no longer a young girl. She had been deeply involved in the political intrigues of the court. After going through many trials and tribulations, she had seen through many things.

"Then do you dislike my age?" Liu Yao said with a serious face, lowering his head, "I am much older than you, and I am old now."

"That's not obvious."

"Why?"

"Hey, your face is so dirty and there's a beard... How can you tell how old the general is now?" Yang Xianrong couldn't help laughing, looking at his still handsome face, especially his straight nose, which made people want to reach out and touch it.

"That's because your little face is so dirty, and it's all rubbed on my face." Liu Yao was obviously dissatisfied, and rubbed her face hard with his big hands. Yang Xianrong felt pain and quickly avoided him. But when Liu Yao saw her shy look, he lowered his head and pecked her face twice, and his hands were a little dishonest.

"Hey..." Sitting on Liu Yao's thigh was originally an extremely ambiguous posture. Now Yang Xianrong was twisting her body to avoid his kiss... There was some darkness in Liu Yao's eyes, and even some indescribable light.

"You're crying and laughing like a little kid." Liu Yao still restrained some of his emotions, "Third sister, you don't have to hide your appearance in the future. As long as I'm here, you can be you and don't have to care about other people's opinions. You are Yang Xianrong, the woman I, Liu Yao, love the most."

Seeing that he became serious, Yang Xianrong looked at him steadily again.

Liu Yao's hand only gave her support, and he did not do anything wrong. He added: "Third sister, will you be my wife?"