"Stronger than Great Qin? Then won't they pose a huge threat to Huaxia in the future?" Nü Lü asked worriedly.
Zhao Fu gave an affirmative hum. "That's certain. First, their population is no weaker than Huaxia's, and their cultural and historical heritage is equally formidable. Moreover, India's territory is nowhere near as vast as Huaxia's, so each of their regions has more people than Huaxia's and is easier to rally."
"Whether invading or defending, they hold a considerable advantage. They will certainly be Huaxia's greatest enemy and strongest competitor on the Central Continent. Even Great Russia is several times weaker than them right now!"
"Then, Husband, do you have a way to contain them?" Hearing even Zhao Fu, someone standing at Huaxia's pinnacle, say this, Nü Lü became deeply worried about Huaxia's future.
Zhao Fu had considered this issue as well. He gave a light laugh and said to Nü Lü, "What do you think?"
After thinking for a moment, Nü Lü kissed Zhao Fu on the cheek. With a trace of shyness, she smiled and said, "I believe my husband is the strongest!"
Zhao Fu could not help laughing too. Looking at the shy beauty before him, he lowered his head and kissed Nü Lü's lips, then somewhat clumsily slipped his tongue inside. Nü Lü responded shyly, their tongues entwining as both their temperatures rose and an ambiguous air spread between them.
At this moment, Zhao Fu reached up and clasped Nü Lü's chest. It had been mentioned before that they were large, but now that he touched them himself, he found them somewhat astonishing—slightly larger than Long Xiaoxiao's.
Zhao Fu broke the kiss, but his hand did not let go, making a few gentle movements as he looked at the crimson-faced Nü Lü in his arms and chuckled