In Feng Mansion, Ye Lingyue's mind was in a state of chaos.
The blushing and heartbeating in the night market for a while has turned into a cold scene.
Ye Lingyue felt as if she had been slapped severely by someone. Right now, she just wanted to leave Feng Mansion quickly.
After packing her luggage indiscriminately, Ye Lingyue remembered that she had to inform Lan Caier and the others and take the two of them away together, but what should she say, it was late at night, and both of them should have fallen asleep.
If you ask why, how should you answer.
Could it be that she found out that Feng Xin had a fiancée... how could she have the right to say such things.
She and Feng Xin are just friends.
He was originally a gentle and affectionate person, and his fiancée might not have experienced his thoughtfulness.
He smiled, a sense of sadness rose from the bottom of his heart.
For a while, I didn't know what to do.
It's better to hide in Hongmeng Tian, and forget all these noisy trivial matters.
"Ling Yue."
"It's already late at night, what is Feng Wang doing in my room, it's better to go back to the room early to rest, so as not to attract other people's gossip. Tomorrow morning, I will leave with my sister and little Wuya."
When Ye Lingyue mentioned "others", her tone was particularly bad.
Feng Xin originally thought that she would be sad, but when she saw Ye Lingyue's angry face under the dim light, she felt an inexplicable feeling in her heart. Suddenly, Feng Xin's eyes turned, It was actually crazy to watch the past.
Ye Lingyue only felt that there were two burning eyes on her face, and she was even angrier when she saw Feng Xin still refused to move away.
She wanted to push people with her elbows, although she was angry, but she also knew that Feng Xin's health was not good, so she didn't dare to use her energy, but pushed with all her strength.
Not moving at all.
Feng Xin, who was almost a head taller than her, looked like a clay sculpture.
It's okay for this person to grow up so big, and he usually looks weak.
"There has never been anyone else between you and me."
Feng Xin's voice came from behind her, Ye Lingyue felt angry for no reason when she heard that voice.
She pushed hard, no matter what Feng Xin wanted to close the door.
The moment the door closed, she seemed to see Feng Xin's face, she turned pale for an instant, and her figure also became shorter, which made Ye Lingyue panic.
"Are you alright?" Ye Lingyue's heart tightened when she heard this, and she hurriedly opened the door, thinking that his cold syndrome had flared up again.
Nervously touched Feng Xin's forehead, it was warm and warm, and there was no sign of the onset of cold syndrome on weekdays.
Feng Xin quickly grabbed her hands.
His hand was firmly grasped by him, Ye Lingyue's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, knowing that she was cheated by him, she was so angry that she wanted to push Feng Xin away.
But she ignored the difference in strength between a man and a woman. Feng Xin clasped her wrist with one hand, trapped her in the arm, and stared at the man in her arms.
Suddenly he lowered his head and pressed her lips.
When the cold lips touched, Ye Lingyue was subconsciously stunned, and there was an uproar in her mind, so blank that there was nothing left.
Feng Xin's kiss was different from Wu Zhong's. His kiss was slightly cool, but very gentle, like a feather, gently brushing her lips.
On his tongue, there was a faint aroma of herbs.
His kisses are very young, but Feng Xin has always been a good student, he can learn what he learns, he is the head of the house, he is in business, so is the kiss.
His tongue was like a brush, sweeping it lightly or heavily, his mouth was numb, and Ye Lingyue felt that her body was as soft as a puddle of water.
He didn't even know that he picked her up in stride, closed the door, and threw her packed luggage out the door.
Feng Xin reluctantly let go of Ye Lingyue until they were about to suffocate each other.
Ye Lingyue's lips were red and swollen.
She never puts on rouge, but in Feng Xin's eyes, Ye Lingyue at this time is more beautiful than any rouge and gouache. Her eyes are shining, covered with a layer of water, and her breathing is a little messy.
Lips, bright red, I really want people to eat it in one bite.
With such an appearance, Ye Lingyue's face was covered with cumbersome gauze, which made her look even more charming and enchanting.
Being treated lightly by someone, the most annoying thing is that she was treated by a sickly patient.
Ye Lingyue couldn't tell whether it was embarrassment or something else, she raised her hand and was about to hit her.
The hand she raised was about to fall on Feng Xin's face, but her hand never fell. For Feng Xin, Ye Lingyue always felt a bit of reluctance in her heart.
Her relationship with him was like a friend, but not just a friend.
When she was with him, Ye Lingyue had nothing to worry about. He could always tolerate anger, coquettishness and unreasonable troubles.
Ye Lingyue got angry, stomped her feet, turned around, and didn't want to see Feng Xin again.
"Ling Yue, she is not my fiancee."
Feng Xin sighed, but his men still hugged her tightly.
The clean-shaven chin was a bit prickly, like a lazy cat, gently rubbing against her cheek.
Such an intimate movement made Ye Lingyue's whole body stiff, and her body trembled, trying to break free, but he locked her in her arms forcefully.
This man actually has a domineering side.
"Feng Xin, you are relying on me not daring to beat you, and relying on you being a sick person, right! You know that I regard you as a close friend, and you are reluctant to get sick, so you have recognized this, right? Feng Xin Xin, you are a despicable villain, ten thousand times more despicable than anyone else."
Ye Lingyue was annoyed, and said to herself from the bottom of her heart, yes, because he is a patient, she couldn't cruelly back away from him, scold him, and beat him.
For Wu Zhong, she could bite and scold, but for Feng Xin, any scolding and beating seemed to fall on the cotton, and she couldn't use her strength.
Ye Lingyue didn't know why she would compare these two men with completely different styles.
They are obviously so different, but at some point, they are so similar.
"Yes, I'm a patient. I'm dying. When I can't see you, I suffer from a disease called lovesickness. I always think about your voice and smile. When I see you, I get another disease of worrying about gains and losses. I'm afraid you may misunderstand , I'm afraid you'll be sad, I'm afraid you don't like Fengxin like this. Ye Lingyue, I told myself, if that day, you lose Fuhe like that, I will give up and never provoke you again. But you Give them back to me. You came back to me by yourself. We can't go back, I want you! I want you to be my woman!" He was tall and tall, and Ye Lingyue was hugged She was very petite, he lowered his head, and put his lips on her round earballs.
His words were full of magnetism, and seemed to have infinite magic power. He whispered like a lover. In his soft voice, there was a bit of domineering, vaguely familiar.
"Are you crazy? You have a fiancée, why are you messing with me?"
Feng Xin's words hit Ye Lingyue's heart hard, and it was beating violently.
"It was appointed by Emperor Qing and Grandmaster Hongru. I have never admitted it. If they want to marry, they will marry themselves." Feng Xin said almost rascally.