Yan Haotian entered Feng Haitang's room with a tray, only to find that she was sitting on the bed in a daze, her cheeks were flushed and her expression was in a daze.
He was startled, and quickly walked to the window, and reached out to stroke her forehead.
The touch of the rough and big hand made Feng Haitang wake up suddenly.
When she saw her sweetheart who was close at hand, Haitang was stunned for a moment, and then joy flooded her beautiful face, "Haotian, you... are you here?"
Yan Haotian put down the tray in his hand, looked at her worriedly, and gestured, "How are you? Is the injury still hurting?"
Feng Haitang shook his head, "I'm all healed."
There was an unbearable silence between the two.
"Haotian, you are right..."
Feng Haitang managed to muster up the courage to speak, but Yan Haotian had already brought the porridge bowl in front of her.
"Eat something first." He gestured.
Feng Haitang's expression suddenly dimmed, and he squeezed the porcelain bottle hidden in his cuff.
Sure enough, Haotian wanted to avoid the problems between the two of them again.
He didn't want to bring it up, didn't want to make it clear, so he interrupted himself.
Maybe when his body is fully healed, he will try his best to push himself out.
He just said lightly to her: "I'm not good enough for you."
No, she absolutely does not accept such a result.
Feng Haitang gritted his teeth, his mind was full of Muyan's phrase "cook raw rice into mature rice".
Her mind was so disordered that when Yan Haotian asked her carefully how the porridge tasted, she couldn't taste the taste at all and just nodded mechanically.
Yan Haotian was slightly disappointed when he saw her careless appearance, but he immediately regained his energy.
Think about how to make it better next time.
At this moment, Feng Haitang's low voice suddenly came from next to his ear: "Haotian, you... you can take a bite too, okay?"
Yan Haotian raised his head, looking at Shangfeng Haitang's Jianshui Qiutong instantly, his mind was swayed.
The heat rushed to his cheeks in an instant, but his dark skin made it difficult to detect it.
But at this moment, his mind was completely muddled, unable to think at all, he just opened his mouth obediently, and swallowed the mouthful of porridge handed over by that little hand.
The hot porridge entered his stomach, but he was out of his mind, and couldn't even taste what the porridge tasted like.
Suddenly, a quiet fragrance hits the face.
Yan Haotian's heart skipped a beat, and when he looked up, he found Feng Haitang's face was very close.
The woman's snow-white and tender skin, as well as her pale pink lips like petals, are within easy reach.
Yan Haotian only felt a flame burning deep inside his body.
The astonishing heat flowed through every part of his body, and finally gathered in a certain place in his lower abdomen.
"Haotian..." Feng Haitang wrapped his arms around his neck, exhaled moistly and warmly, with a hint of softness that she would never show normally, "Haotian, do you... like me?"
Not only Yan Haotian ate the mysterious medicine that was poured into the bowl of porridge, but Feng Haitang also ate it.
Yan Haotian's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and it took him a while to regain his senses, and nodded.
Feng Haitang smiled lightly, her winking eyes were like silk.
She lowered her head slowly, and gently touched the man's chapped lips, "Haotian, do you want me? If you really like me, really love me, can you hug me now? "
Gudong!
Yan Haotian swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Rationality told him frantically, not to desecrate Haitang, not to touch her before the wedding night, no no!