All the silence is deep, the night is dark.

In front of the corridor of the pavilion, Luna stood at the door of Wang Yao's room with a bowl of steaming soup. She did not rush in, but secretly wiped the wetness in the corner of her eyes. After taking a deep breath, she gently pushed open the closed door with a faint smile.

The room was dim. With the light cast from the corridor, Luna saw Wang Yao sitting down on the edge of the bed, and the whole room was buried in a darker haze than the night. The atmosphere was so depressing that it made people breathless.

At this moment, even if Luna showed off her strength, she would not be able to laugh.

But she finally walked over, knelt on Wang Yao's knees with her legs together, raised her head, looked at his pale green jaw that had just emerged from stubble, and said softly: "Ayao, drink some soup to warm your stomach, I have made it myself."

She is always so gentle.

However, Wang Yao did not respond at all, just like a person without thinking, just leaning on his knees with his hands, lowering his head and silently; this is what Luna is most afraid of seeing.

Nothing more sorrow than death in the heart, and death in the person is the second!

There is nothing more scary than this.

"Come on, just drink a little, please..." But Luna still didn't give up. She was still eager for something, and took the initiative to bring the bowl to Wang Yao's mouth.

But the wisp of water lingering with a strong fragrance floated in front of Wang Yao's face, but it could not make even a trace of emotional fluctuation in his empty right eye.

finally--

"Ayao! Don't be like this anymore!" Luna was still forced to be forced.

Her mind was confused and helpless. She wanted to help him and cheer him up again, but she didn't know how to break the deadlock, and she didn't know how to make Wang Yao speak on his own initiative!

So, when he could not touch his closed heart, Luna finally had to stand up in despair, gently put the bowl in her hand on the bedside table, and walked out of the door in great disappointment.

"Don't leave... OK, sorry..."

Just as Luna stepped out of the room with one foot, the faint pleading finally rang out in the shadow behind her.

Luna turned around and saw Wang Yao looking at her. Her face wrapped in white gauze, only her right eye was exposed, and tears kept flowing down: "I don't want to do this, I just, just...I can't forgive myself..."

Luna smiled softly, this time it was sincere, and the dry land that had been long-awaited for rain and rain finally came to the arrival of rain and dew. She walked back slowly, sat beside him, and said softly: "Okay, I won't leave... Even if it's the end of the world, as long as you want, I will never leave you."

It was this sentence that completely collapsed Wang Yao's heart disorder.

Sometimes people who are extremely depressed are like this. Once a breakthrough is found, the grief that accumulates in their hearts will collapse like a river dam that breaks.

"I thought I could do better, I thought with this equipment and experience, I could protect them completely, but it turned out that I could not protect anyone. I could only watch them fall down at my feet one by one and helplessly. Even the last friend came to question me and left me, just like watching other friends die, I could only watch him leave..."

"Why is this like this? Life shouldn't be like this! We, we have obviously experienced hardships, seen countless life and death, are stronger than before, and have tried our best to understand, but why did it end like this in the end? 1,000 people are gone, maybe all this is my fault, it is my responsibility, it is my naiveness, it is my arrogance and arrogance that killed them, it is all my fault..."

Wang Yao confides in a low voice, blaming himself, like a child, in great pain. Luna is the best listener, feeling his sadness seriously, listening to him carefully, then gently holds Wang Yao's palm and says gently: "Don't blame yourself too much, you have tried your best, and all this is not all your fault."

"Why isn't it my fault? If I hadn't left and left them on the road, what might have happened next might not have happened. They would not have died. They could all return to Jingzhou with me, and 2 Dahe would not have left Shu..." Wang Yao grabbed his hair in pain, fell into deep self-blame and could not extricate himself, and even his nails were deeply trapped in the scalp.

"Don't do this, Ayao, don't make things too difficult for yourself." Facing Wang Yao who was trapped in the mud of pain again, Luna's only ability was to gently put him in her arms, gently stroke his hair in the clumsy way, and soothe his mania: "This world is a mess, but the dead are gone, and the living are like this, so we cannot give up easily. Even for me, stop torture ourselves like this, okay?"

Wang Yao slowly became silent and quiet, but the pain was still unrelieved.

And Luna also felt this...

So, after a long and brief snuggling, Luna suddenly pushed away the person in her arms. Then, in Wang Yao's blank eyes, she seemed to have made up some major decision, and asked in an inaudible voice as if she was very embarrassed: "That... Ayao, do you still remember what I said to you outside the balcony of the pavilion a month ago on the eve of the war in Wei State?"

"?" Wang Yao looked at the girl who looked inexplicably embarrassed and shy, not understanding the reason.

Seeing Wang Yao's face was confused, the girl seemed a little unhappy, but soon, she seemed to have completely let go. She pursed her rosy lips and leaned into Wang Yao's ear and whispered seductively: "I said, if you perform well this time, I will give you a reward..."

What happened next was completely beyond Wang Yao's reaction.

Luna stood up, bent down with a blushing face, gently retreated her knee-length boots, revealing the delicate and perfect foot lotus underneath, and then the swallowtail cloak surrounded by a slender waist, and the shoulder armor... Her movements were so slow and elegant, and attracted people's eyes like a dance, but also had a fatal temptation that made people crazy!

When the girl began to untie the last cover, Wang Yao finally understood something, but his first reaction was to instinctively extend his hand and press down on the back of Luna's hand: "You, wait... wait..."

Before he finished speaking, Luna had already held his palm with her backhand and led it to gently place it on her chest.

At that moment, Wang Yao could feel the girl's violent heartbeat like a deer, her hot body temperature, and her head was blank.

"No, it's okay..." The girl approached and sat in ambiguous position in front of Wang Yao's waist. Although her face was flushed, she was extremely serious: "I...I can't share your pain at this moment, so at least...I want you to feel better..."

At the end, she lowered her little head like a mosquito, and a layer of charming rose color burned on her fair face, so tender and so attractive.

At this moment, Wang Yao's heart was ignited by something. The thing was so crazy that once it burned, it could no longer be stopped.

At first, Wang Yao just felt dry mouth, but in the end, under the ambiguous atmosphere, he couldn't help but approach the girl's face. In the distance between the two, he could feel the girl's rapid fragrance. Finally, when he held the girl's soft and warm lips again, Wang Yao was intoxicated. Her lips were so hot and so sweet...

In this way, I forgot all the sufferings and troubles, and only the flames that moved each other were soft, so fierce.

Driven by instinct, Wang Yao's hand began to unconsciously stroke the girl's graceful back and gently took off her dress. Luna seemed to have woken up from a dream, her eyes were blurred and her face was flushed. So she was at a loss and buried her head and hugged her only support in front of her.

In his initial desire, Wang Yao silently hugged the girl's soft and boneless body, and then explored and entangled, breathing the extremely rich body fragrance without any clothes, unable to extricate himself...

Due to deep affection, everything seems to be just a natural result.

In the deepest contact of the soul, slowly, Luna began to whirlwind as if she could not bear it, rising again and again, and becoming louder and louder again. The sweet voice was so moving that it could not linger in Wang Yao's ears, so intoxicating, like an elves in the ancient forest, singing the oldest and most primitive song...

Outside the pavilion, the moonlight is hazy.

The whole world is filled with the cold air because of this torrential autumn rain, but this dim bedroom is full of intoxicating warm fragrance.

Thanks for all the rewards.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!