Chapter 114 Sharing the same bed
For some reason, Lin Mo felt a sense of pride. Even if the Ling family was rich, Da Mao and Xiao Mao had never seen fireflies, and had never even touched a fish. In comparison, his life was much better than theirs.

At the same time, Lin Mo also felt a little more sympathy for Da Mao and Xiao Mao. As an uncle, he should be better to his two nephews in the future and save some delicious snacks for them.

When it was time to sleep, Lin Mo shared a bed with Da Mao and Xiao Mao, which meant that Ling Zhuoqun had to sleep with Li Luo.

The rest of the rooms are already full.

Originally, Ling Zhuoqun wanted to sleep with Lin Song, but Shen Jiaojiao was pregnant, and he was afraid that Yaya would move around in her sleep. In case Shen Jiaojiao needed anything, Lin Song could deliver it to her the first time.

The wedding of the two was about to take place, and the Lin family didn't have so many rules, so they let Ling Zhuoqun and Li Luo sleep in the same room.

The two of them were alone in a cramped room again, following their previous times of being alone in the yard and by the river.

As the ground was an uneven lime road, Li Luo was worried about Ling Zhuoqun sleeping on the floor, so he simply let Yaya sleep between the two of them. This way, Li Luo's heart at least didn't beat so fast.

Li Luo played with Yaya for a while, and Yaya fell asleep soon. Ling Zhuoqun squinted his eyes. Li Luo thought that Ling Zhuoqun was also asleep because he was tired, and was about to get up to turn off the light, but saw Ling Zhuoqun get up and turn off the light.

The night returned to silence. Ling Zhuoqun did not turn over and remained lying flat, his heart seeming to jump out of his chest.

If he were to train, he would be able to keep his mind completely clear, but when facing Li Luo, it seemed that his mood was easily affected. For example, now, he had never thought that he would sleep in the same bed with Li Luo.

Li Luo noticed Ling Zhuoqun's nervousness, and he became nervous too.

The weather was a bit hot, so Ling Zhuoqun took a palm-leaf fan and fanned Li Luo and the other person.

"The lights are off anyway. If you feel hot, just take off your clothes." Li Luo's voice was soft, but to Ling Zhuoqun, it was like a light feather passing across the lake of his heart.

It left ripples in his throat, which made Ling Zhuoqun's throat tighten.

Afterwards, Ling Zhuoqun placed Yaya in a leaning position, very gently, and then took off his shirt.

His strong and lean muscles were exposed to the air, and there was not a single bit of fat on his waist and abdomen. With the help of the moonlight, Li Luo could see Ling Zhuoqun's entire figure.

However, in addition to his wild figure, Li Luo discovered that Ling Zhuoqun seemed to have many wounds on his body. Looking at the horrible scars, one could tell at a glance that they were old injuries.

The longest wound was on the waist and abdomen, almost connecting to the heart...

Li Luo opened his mouth wide for a moment and forgot to close it.

Ling Zhuoqun laughed at himself, and then tried to put on his clothes so as not to scare the beauty in front of him: "Is it ugly? Did it scare you?"

Li Luo shook his head, his eyes full of heartache, and reached out to touch the longest wound: "Does it hurt?"

When being touched by Li Luo, Ling Zhuoqun's muscles were completely tensed. At this moment, his abdomen was as hard as steel. When being stroked by Li Luo's soft and boneless little hand, he felt a tingling sensation from his neck all the way down.

Ling Zhuoqun uttered a suppressed reply from his throat: "I didn't feel any pain when I was injured, but it hurt during the operation."

Li Luo looked at the crookedly stitched wound and wondered how much pain Ling Zhuoqun had endured. For a moment, she became curious about his previous life.

Ling Zhuoqun knew that if a couple wanted to live together for a long time, they had to be honest with each other, so when he saw the strong desire for knowledge in Li Luo's eyes, Ling Zhuoqun looked into Li Luo's eyes and began to tell about his previous life. He had been in the army since he was sixteen years old and had participated in many operations. These wounds were all proof of his military exploits, and even his position was developing rapidly.

However, perhaps it was God's envy of talent that forced him to retire with regret because of that longest wound.

After that, he took over the farm and started his own entrepreneurial career. Unexpectedly, the business was so good.

There was no sense of sadness or joy in Ling Zhuoqun's voice; instead, it sounded as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him. If Li Luo hadn't known that the protagonist was Ling Zhuoqun, she would have been almost confused by Ling Zhuoqun's nonchalant tone.

The more Ling Zhuoqun talked, the more distressed Li Luo became. In the end, even breathing was painful. Her hands unconsciously clenched and touched every inch of Ling Zhuoqun's wounds.

It was as if I had experienced the dangerous environment at that time myself.

"Don't be afraid, everything will be fine in the future." Li Luo leaned her head gently on Ling Zhuoqun's shoulder, comforting him.

Ling Zhuoqun smiled and said, "It's okay, it's all in the past. Our life is pretty good now."

Hearing Ling Zhuoqun say this, Li Luo's throat felt like it was blocked by a ball of cotton, as if all the consolation was not enough to prove anything.

Li Luo stretched out her arm, put it around Ling Zhuoqun's waist, and kissed the wound lightly.

Ling Zhuoqun's muscles tightened again, his breathing became heavy, and he looked at Li Luo with red eyes.

Li Luo didn't feel that she was playing with fire at all. She just felt sincerely and deeply sorry for Ling Zhuoqun from the bottom of her heart.

In Li Luo's heart, Ling Zhuoqun was a man who had been sterilized a long time ago, so she didn't think about it in other ways. Although she noticed Ling Zhuoqun's abnormality, she could only look at it and do nothing.

"Hey, go to sleep. We'll play with Da Mao and Xiao Mao for a day tomorrow, and then we'll go home." Li Luo sighed, seeming a little lost.

Ling Zhuoqun glanced at Li Luo with a strange look, wondering what Li Luo was thinking.

However, Li Luo was leaning on his shoulder, and he could still smell the pleasant fragrance between Li Luo's hair, which seemed to have a calming effect. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep.

This was the first time that he fell asleep quickly, and when he woke up, he still felt refreshed. Looking at Li Luo who was still sleeping soundly on his shoulder, Ling Zhuoqun was reluctant to pull his arm away.

It was not until Li Luo opened her eyes sleepily and stood up that she realized that she had slept on Ling Zhuoqun's arm all night.

Li Luo sat up and found that Ling Zhuoqun could not retract his arm for the time being. He had maintained this posture all night and now his whole arm was numb.

Li Luo looked apologetic: "Yes... I'm sorry, I slept too soundly last night."

Ling Zhuoqun shook his head: "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

At this time, Yaya also began to hum, which was a sign of waking up. Ling Zhuoqun slowly propped up his other arm and stood up, using one arm to put on his clothes.

Although Ling Zhuoqun's figure was still pleasing to the eye, Li Luo had no time to pay attention to this beautiful spring scenery.