Strongest Guard

From Lee Nanfang's point of view, whether the sky brightened or not depended on whether his stomach would growl in hunger.    

If it was a gurgling sound, then even if one couldn't see one's own fingers, it would still be dawn and they would need to get up to eat.    

What if his stomach didn't growl?    

I'm sorry, but the sun is just an oversized electric bulb.    

He had woken up late enough, but Yue Zitong woke up even later than he did.    

The corner of Yue Zitong's mouth dripped with crystal clear saliva as she lingered in her beautiful dream.    

Lee Nanfang was curious. A girl who was obviously very pretty, why would there be saliva flowing out when she was sleeping?    

This greatly affected her glorious image.    

Furthermore, her sleeping posture was really unflattering.    

It was as if this was the only way she could feel safe.    

Lee Nanfang looked at her for a long time and then sighed. When he was about to take her hand out, he saw her smack her lips and talk in a dreamy voice: "If I hear someone saying I'm sleeping with these bad habits of mine, you're dead for sure."    

"How will you let me die?"    

"I have eighteen methods of painless death for you to choose from. You don't know which one to choose, so I can recommend it to you for free. "    

"Since I know that my sleeping posture is very intoxicating, why didn't you change it a bit?"    

Lee Nanfang finally hardened his heart and took out her hand: "I suddenly thought of something."    

"What nonsense is this?"    

Yue Zitong opened her eyes, wiped the corner of her mouth with her hand, and yawned lazily.    

Looking at Yue Zitong, who put her head in his arms again, Lee Nanfang said, "I really want to get up with you."    

I want to get out of bed with you. It has something to do with the modern poet Xu Zhimo.    

The popular explanation is, I want to sleep with you is rogue, I want to wake up with you is Xu Zhimo.    

"Hmph, to dare to say such words in front of me, you must really be playing with a big knife in front of Teacher Guan's door."    

Yue Zitong snorted like a cat and looked up. "However, in view of your deep affection for me, I will forgive your hooliganism this time. "But don't take this as an example -- Little Nephew?"    

Lee Nanfang was truly disgusted with Little Nephew being called Little Nephew in this state, so of course she wouldn't agree.    

"Little Nephew?"    

Yue Zitong cried out again as she pinched his ribs with her right hand.    

Lee Nanfang was in pain and could only ask: "What?"    

"Nothing, I just wanted to call you." "Little Nephew?"    

"Yes."    

"Little Nephew?"    

"Are you sick?"    

"Little Nephew, I'll ask you two questions."    

Yue Zitong stretched out two more white fingers and waved them in front of his eyes. "Which one do you want to hear first?"    

If a person told someone that you want to listen to them first, the premise would be that there was good news and bad news.    

However, Yue Zitong did not say that. She only said she had two questions and asked Lee Nanfang which one to listen to first.    

Lee Nanfang knew that this woman's brain was full of white and yellow stuff. He couldn't lower himself to her level, otherwise, he would definitely be angered to death.    

He then reached out his hand and pressed her middle finger down, "I'll listen to this first."    

"Alright."    

Yue Zitong asked, "How many times have we done this?"    

"How many times have you done anything?"    

Lee Nanfang was confused.    

Yue Zitong raised her left hand again, stretched out three fingers, and bent them one by one. "The first time was in the bathtub of some crappy hotel in Los Angeles. The second time was in my boudoir. The last time was in the west stream. "    

Lee Nanfang finally understood how many times she had asked this question. "You remember it clearly, do you still need to ask me?"    

"What I really want to ask is if you want us to regret not having a good time in this beautiful morning with the sun shining and the birds singing and the flowers singing."    

Yue Zitong's face slowly turned red.    

Ripples also flowed in his eyes.    

Humans, whether they were men or women, were extremely angry after they woke up from their sweet sleep.    

This was especially true for Lee Nanfang, who had been secretly modified by Yang Xiao.    

Don't look at how he was in the cave over there yesterday morning. He rode on Zhan Hsingshen's horse for a few hours, but before he woke up, the place was already so hideous that it shook his head and wagged his tail.    

Yue Zitong, who was dishonest when she slept, also added fuel to the fire.    

If he wanted to say no, it would be lying to himself.    

What's more, it was quite a pity that he had to give up time and time again.    

If they could make up for their regrets on this early morning, when the sun was about to rise and the flowers were singing and the birds were singing, it would be a beautiful story.    

"Of course, of course I want to."    

Lee Nanfang licked his lips. Just as his Demon Claw was about to move, Yue Zitong said, "But I'm your aunt. Is it against ethics that you are bullying me? "    

Lee Nanfang closed his eyes, sighed and retracted his right hand.    

He could tell that this woman wasn't planning on doing anything with him.    

That was just playing with him.    

Otherwise, she wouldn't have reminded him that she was his aunt before the battle even started.    

She was also playing with fire.    

Could it be that she didn't know that a man who had just slept soundly was the scariest?    

If Lee Nanfang really wanted to tear off his face and say that you are my damn aunt, then what about it? Even if I have to do it, I still have to endure it.    

But he did not.    

A trace of painful disappointment flashed within Yue Zitong's eyes.    

She was indeed playing with fire, teasing him.    

But she hoped that he would roar and throw himself at her.    

He didn't.    

That was because he — no longer had any self-confidence.    

After receiving such a heavy blow from Sui Yueyue, his confidence actually wasn't even able to trigger the fire that Yue Zitong was intentionally playing with.    

"I'll make you go back."    

After Yue Zitong said that in her heart, she opened Lee Nanfang's left eyelid and waved her right index finger in front of his eyes. She then started to ask his second question, "Do you feel the guilt of betraying a certain woman when you're with me like this?"    

Lee Nanfang opened his eyes and slowly pushed her hand away. After a moment of silence, he said, "Yes."    

The girl that Yue Zitong was talking about was naturally Hua Yeshen.    

Hua Yeshen was Lee Nanfang's legal and legal wife and was known to the world.    

No matter how tolerant Hua Yeshen was, or how much Yue Zitong cared about Lee Nanfang, if he did that sort of thing behind her back, it would be betraying her and letting her down.    

Lee Nanfang's answer was already expected by Yue Zitong, so she asked the next question: "Then what are you going to do? Do you have the heart to see me alone for fifteen years, or do you want to see me in the arms of another man? "    

Aunt Yue asked at least three questions with two fingers, which Lee Nanfang had long since gotten used to.    

This was a good habit of hers, but Lee Nanfang didn't care too much about it.    

What he was concerned about was the hidden meaning behind the two questions that Yue Zitong had asked him.    

If Lee Nanfang always treated Hua Yeshen as his wife, then Yue Zitong would help them along and never let Little Nephew touch a hair on her head.    

After that ambiguous test just now, she would never do this again.    

If he wanted to hold her in his arms, he could do whatever he wanted — and it was simple, he had to leave Hua Yeshen.    

Yue Zitong's pride would never allow her to be like Helan Xiaoxin, willingly becoming Lee Nanfang's lover.    

She would rather watch Lee Nanfang and Hua Yeshen act romantic for the next fifteen years than to do so.    

Not only would she not be his lover, but she might very well throw herself into the arms of another man out of desperation.    

This was a threat to Lee Nanfang: "Either kick Hua Yeshen away. "Or you can just watch me play along with other men."    

After Yue Zitong expressed her intention, the Black Dragon, which was already rolling around in Lee Nanfang's body, immediately quieted down.    

Lee Nanfang didn't say anything for a long time.    

He only looked at the girl in his arms.    

She was so close to him, so close.    

But she was so far away from him that if he let go, she would be carried away by the wind blowing through the screen.    

Yue Zitong didn't avoid his gaze as she stared at him for a long time.    

Her eyes were clear as ice.    

Where did he find the slightest trace of wanting to be in a relationship with him?    

Lee Nanfang's mouth moved a few times before he said in a low voice: "I-I don't know."    

He really didn't know.    

From the moment he took Hua Yeshen's hand and bowed to Yang Xiao, who was sitting on the chair, he had already treated him as his wife for life.    

As long as she didn't betray him or run away with another man, Lee Nanfang would treat her well for the rest of his life.    

Especially during the unparalleled wedding that followed, Hua Yeshen was stabbed seriously with a chopstick to save Yue Zitong, who was mixed in the crowd.    

Lee Nanfang would never abandon her because of Yue Zitong.    

He felt that if he did, the heavens would immediately give him a thunderbolt, and even if he hid in a tortoise shell, he would still be pulverized.    

Could Lee Nanfang just watch as Yue Zitong threw herself into the arms of another man?    

Of course not!    

But what if he couldn't?    

If he had the ability, he would kick Hua Yeshen away.    

Choice.    

This word was unable to describe Lee Nanfang's current mental state.    

He could only tell the truth with great difficulty.    

"But I know."    

Yue Zitong smiled and got up. She tapped his forehead with her right index finger and said coquettishly, "You always have an indecisive personality. He was willing, but also not willing. How can someone like you accomplish anything big? "    

Lee Nanfang really wanted to tell her that he was the type of person who had no ambition in the first place.    

I never thought of doing anything big.    

It's tiring to do big things.    

It is not easy to live one's life. Why is it not easy to live happily?    

Even if he could turn things around, so what if he became the master of the world?    

A hundred years from now, they would also be turned into handfuls of loess.    

In another hundred years, maybe some kid would pull out a guy and pee on his grave.    

Ordinary. Ordinary. Real.    

The theory was so simple, why couldn't a smart person see through it?    

Just as Lee Nanfang watched Yue Zitong walk towards the bathroom with her slippers on, she turned around and said, "Oh, right, there's still one more question. This question was even more difficult than the one before. Therefore, I will give you enough time to consider. Think about it, and then answer. "    

"Go ahead."    

Lee Nanfang started to get nervous.    

He had already been unable to answer the previous question, but now she had thrown out a bigger question.    

Could it be that the more beautiful a girl was, the more she would like to make things difficult for others?    

"If I died in Sui Yueyue's hands, would you still be afraid of taking care of her because of the restrictions that bound you to swear an oath on your elder sister's behalf?"    

Yue Zitong quickly asked this question. When she opened the door and entered the bathroom, she said, "Don't worry, think slowly."