The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

"That won't work either." Huo Mingheng lowered his head and bit her red lips, which were pouty with anger.

"My wife should live in a comfortable environment. You will always be my last line, instead of fighting side by side with me. This will make me worry all the time whether you will be injured. I will be out of control. I go to the battlefield to search for you everywhere, and I can't even make a good judgment on how to deploy the current situation. I just want to end the battle as soon as possible and get you away from danger as soon as possible."

Luo Liyan groaned in pain, and then pushed Huo Mingheng's head away in disgust.

But as she pursed her lips, she carefully thought about what the boy in front of her said.

It is undeniable that what he said makes sense.

It was true that she didn't think carefully enough. She only thought about her own worries, but never thought that Huo Mingheng, who also had feelings for her, would be worried.

If she goes to the battlefield blatantly, it will definitely affect Huo Mingheng's performance.

But if she keeps staring at the phone and only appears suddenly when he is in danger, she is afraid that there will be some bad news in the public eye. Even if she insists on finding a lie to cover it up, it is unlikely.

"Yanyan, my dear, I promise you that I will be very careful on the battlefield and not put myself in any danger. Don't worry too much about me. You have monthly exams coming soon and college entrance exams to prepare for. Small things are really not worth your distraction." Huo Mingheng saw that she didn't speak for a long time, and pressed his forehead against Luo Liyan's head.

The deliberately soft voice had a hint of coquettishness, which made Luo Liyan feel what it meant to be defeated.

It's not scary for a man to act coquettishly. What's scary is that a man who is bloodthirsty, cold-blooded, and decisive in killing suddenly becomes like this.

If it weren't for Luo Liyan's tolerance and the variety of flavors he could accept, he would have really suspected that Huo Mingheng was possessed by a ghost.

"Okay, then I will listen to you. But if you were injured in the last battlefield, our marriage would have been delayed by a year." Luo Liyan pointed her toes and left a heavy mark on the bridge of his nose. There are teeth marks, and it looks a bit romantic and dissolute.

Sure enough, he is so handsome and so versatile.

Luo Liyan sighed with emotion.

Huo Mingheng only thought that she was complaining about not being able to go to the battlefield, and for once he did not ask any questions, nor did he offer any guidance.

It's just that the deep eyes darkened again and again, not even a little light could shine through.

Everyone knows that swords have no eyes on the battlefield. How can a general who is on the front line not be injured at all?

Yanyan said this because she was trying to deliberately delay their marriage.

So she doesn’t want to marry herself?

Huo Mingheng's heart was severely tugged by this speculation, and he couldn't even breathe.

But right now, he has no other option except agreeing.

After all, compared to the marriage and Yanyan's desire to get married, her safety is the most important.

What's more, she doesn't want to marry him yet, it must be because there is something she hasn't done well yet.

"Okay, since I promised not to go to the battlefield with you, why don't you hurry up and take a shower so that you can rest early." Luo Liyan withdrew from Huo Mingheng's arms, then reached out and pushed him.

Huo Mingheng glanced at her wet hair. Although he wanted to dry it for her, he was still afraid that she would bring the topic to the battlefield again, so he could only follow her force and enter the bathroom.