It was three poles high in the sun, and Fenghuang slowly opened his eyes. My whole body seemed to be falling apart, and Yang Yanjing, who was beside Fenghuang, had already woken up early and was nowhere to be seen.
Fenghuang seemed to recall what happened to him and Yang Yanjing last night, and his little face blushed again.
At this moment, Yinhuan heard movement in the house, so he knew that Feng Huan must have woken up, so Yinhuan walked in slowly, "Good morning, princess."
Fenghuang just nodded at Yinhuan as if he had a guilty conscience.
Yinhuan seemed to have also noticed Fenghuang's unnaturalness, but he didn't say anything, and went to tidy Fenghuang's bed.
Yinhuan snickered, didn't say anything, just busy making the bed. And Fenghuang's face was shy again, he had experienced that night, he had transformed from a girl to a woman, and the bed sheet was like a blooming flower, slowly blooming the most delicate and beautiful in Fenghuang's heart flowers.
Fenghuang stood there blankly, but Yinhuan just knew it well, didn't say much, and carefully dressed and dressed Fenghuang according to the previous habit.
It's just that Yinhuan is more careful today, and her master has finally become a real princess.
"Princess, this is more suitable for you now," Yinhuan took a hairpin inlaid with gold and jade, and inserted it into Phoenix's bun.
"This one is more feminine." Yinhuan adjusted Fenghuang's bun and looked Fenghuang up and down.
At this time, Fenghuang felt a little guilty, and kept asking: "Yinhuan, what's the matter, is there anything inappropriate?"
"Princess, you are not inappropriate, but very suitable. You used to say that this hairpin is too feminine and not suitable for you, but now it is very suitable for the temperament of the concubine. Our concubine needs femininity even more now." Yinhuan said with.
"Femininity?" Fenghuang repeated, this femininity immediately pulled Fenghuang into last night's spring night, last night it was the man Yang Yanjing who turned himself into a real woman.
Fenghuang was still secretly happy. After all, Yang Yanjing was the lover in his heart. He dedicated his body and heart to this man without any hesitation or regret.
Fenghuang was thinking, "Princess, you didn't have breakfast, so don't delay lunch." Yang Yanjing walked into the room slowly.
Fenghuang suddenly stood up from the chair, Yang Yanjing couldn't help showing a smile when he saw Fenghuang's nervous appearance, and quickly said: "Princess, what's the matter."
"My lord, you, you asked the question knowingly." Fenghuang quickly retorted, but her little face betrayed herself, and it was flushed red again.
Seeing Fenghuang flirting with Yang Yanjing, Yinhuan left knowingly.
At this moment, Yang Yanjing seemed to be more daring, sat beside Fenghuang, and pulled Fenghuang over without hesitation, letting Fenghuang sit on his lap impartially.
The distance between the two suddenly shortened a lot, Fenghuang was still shy, while Yang Yanjing was very indifferent, this might be the difference between a man and a woman. A man occupies everything about a woman, as if taking an oath of sovereignty, it is natural to do any intimacy and ambiguous actions. As for the woman, because she finally gave her body to this man, Hui became even more shy.
Phoenix is like this now, with a shy face. "Princess, my king hurt you last night, and I'm here to apologize to you today, you..."
Fenghuang didn't wait for Yang Yanjing to finish, he quickly covered Yang Yanjing's mouth with his hands, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty is not allowed to talk about it in the future." It made Phoenix shy and unbearable.
After hearing what Fenghuang said, Yang Yanjing never mentioned what happened that night again. Although no one said anything about it, the memory of that night in his heart probably would never be forgotten in his lifetime.
The two successfully became a well-known couple, and the days in the mansion were even sweeter and more nourishing.
At this time, he was in Yang Yanxing's mansion.