That early winter ushered in a very rare rain. For several days, it was lingering and sad, and it filled the entire quiet village like raindrops.

At that time, after the harvest was already abundant, all the grains and grains were in the warehouse and all kinds of dried fruits had been dried. It was the time when the prey was plump. Hunters drove their hunting dogs and children in their spare time.

This is the most leisurely day of the year.

It was also the most leisurely day for Luo Jia and Fangfei.

When I opened my eyes, it was drizzling. I pushed the window open and the cold wind whizzed.

The two of them were not busy getting up.

Lying lazily, embracing each other's warm bodies.

After years of age, Fangfei has become accustomed to such days: every morning when she wakes up and opens her eyes, she sees a pair of gentle eyes, lying in a warm and powerful embrace, listening to his strong heartbeat.

At that time, Luo Jia closed his eyes.

She quietly reached out and stroked his eyebrows. Seeing the muscles on his arm, she thought to herself, Mr. Luo is getting younger and younger.

Her hands were rubbed down on his naked chest, very strong, not at all relaxed, hard, strong, tough, strong and strong.

A man's body is so strange, completely different from a woman, so tough, but so warm.

Especially his lower abdomen is so flat.

It's just that the texture of the muscles is very clear.

It was leisurely on rainy days and had nothing to do. She admired someone's body unscrupulously and politely in her heart, trying to find some flaws from Mr. Luo.

It doesn't make sense, I've always had such a good figure!

Even if you insist on training every day, even if you are a soldier, it is not reasonable to be so powerful.

Little do they know that men in the military are of course different from ordinary people.

Speaking of a thousand years later, there is another very strong man, Sichuan warlord Yang Sen.
Chapter completed!