All of a sudden, he made a backhand and pinned down her hair.
Feng Zhiwei let out a soft "Ouch", patted his hand, pulled out his hair, and said, "Don't make trouble."
Her voice was soft, with a hint of a smile, her usual gentleness, but also a little more indulgent and considerate, Ning Yi suddenly felt that a small candle was lit in some corner of the cold heart Burning hot, but always warm and bright.
He hastily put on his underwear under the blanket, and then carefully looked around, his eyes gradually darkened, but he said, "Where did you get the fire?"
Immediately after frowning, he asked again, "Did you move her things?"
"I only know that you need it." Feng Zhiwei turned her back to him, as if she didn't hear the hesitation in his tone, "No matter how precious something is, it's not as important as life."
Ning Yi fell silent, turned his eyes around, and said in a low voice with disappointment for a while: "It's still the same..."
The wind poured in through the window lattice, Feng Zhiwei, who was wearing semi-wet clothes, was too busy sneezing, and didn't have time to care about his sadness.
Ning Yi caressed his chest lightly, took a medicine from the pocket of his outer robe, and heard Feng Zhiwei's sneezing loudly, he hesitated for a while and said, "You can also take down those tents and burn them."
"Are you willing again?" Feng Zhiwei looked back at him and smiled.
"I just don't want you to go to the banquet at night and keep showing your feet by sneezing." Ning Yi sat up, his expression indifferent.
This person is always so unreasonable, Feng Zhiwei didn't bother to talk to him, and heated up the brazier, and heard the person behind him say: "Drag to the bedside."
Do you really think of me as your maid
Of course, dissatisfaction is nothing but dissatisfaction, and Miss Feng, who is used to being a double-faced person, still smiled and dragged the brazier over.
"Come here." Ning Yi continued to order lightly.
Feng Zhiwei went over and sat on the edge of the bed.
The person behind him lifted the quilt and ordered again lightly: "Come in, I'll give you half."
Feng Zhiwei stood up abruptly, and said, "My hair is messed up, I'll go and comb it."
Someone grabbed her waist suddenly, using no internal strength, but the technique was superb, Feng Zhiwei's body immediately softened, and was dragged into a warm place.
Her heart was pounding, and she stayed still in a stiff state, Feng Zhiwei smiled flatteringly in the wolf's claws: "Your Highness, men and women can't kiss each other."
"I didn't intend to kiss you either." The person behind Huayan's cool breath became more and more intense, and there was a little more of a faint medicinal fragrance. She dragged her into the bed inch by inch, "Do you think you are so beautiful that I can't help it?"
Feng Zhiwei dug his fingers at the edge of the bed, pondered for a while and said, "I think I can."
The person behind him choked, then coughed, stretched out his hand and touched her soft numb point, stuffed it under the bed, and said angrily: "How do you dry your clothes? I'm not afraid of being wet by you, what else do you dislike?" ?”
"I despise you." Feng Zhiwei finally couldn't put on her mask, and glared at her even more unbearably than him, "You treat your savior like this? How can I marry someone like this?"
"Marry?" The anger on Ning Yi's face suddenly became complicated after hearing this sentence, and he said with a sly smile, "It seems that you have really dreamed about Princess Huzhuo."
"It's a good thing it's not Princess Chu." Feng Zhi smiled more fake than him.
Ning Yi stared at her for a while, then suddenly laughed, ignored her when he finished laughing, and began to strip his clothes.
Feng Zhiwei fell there miserably, recalling the story of Mr. Dong Guo, and felt that His Highness the King of Chu was the hopeless Zhongshan wolf.
I also feel that feng shui really takes turns, this person is obviously looking for revenge, the world report came quickly, I knew that I should have left him a pair of shame pants earlier.
Women's clothes are more troublesome. Ning Yi struggled for a long time before taking off his outer skirt, and put it on the edge of the bed to warm it up. When he turned around, he saw the woman with her eyes tightly closed, muttering something in her mouth.
He listened carefully, only to hear her muttering over and over again: "This is the eunuch, this is the eunuch, this is the eunuch..."
Ning Yi stared at this smiling tigress who could easily piss people off without making a sound, and really wanted to slap her down and slap her to death.
However, after staring at her for a long time, looking at her delicate dimples like flowers, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, her jade-white skin became more and more flimsy, and the red lips and white teeth glistened with pearls. When it comes out, it is still very beautiful and delicious.
And the mouth is whispering, it's time to rest.
He leaned over suddenly.
Whose lips are so sweet and fragrant, containing the boundless spring scenery of thousands of years, as soon as you touch it, you will be amazed, and if you go deeper, you will lose your soul, and you can't help but slam your teeth open to attack the city.
Perhaps at first I just wanted to shut up the whispering mouth, or to scare the person who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside as a punishment, but once I touch the softness of the world, it is like a tired traveler meeting a warm resting place, indulged and unwilling to let go. open.
In the past twenty-three years, the world has been so bitter, and finally encountered the sweetness that he had never tasted in this life. He indulged his heart's racing horse for a moment, just wanting to be intoxicated by her lush and sweetness forever. Grabbing her weak shoulders, he penetrated deeper into her, intertwining each other's feelings inextricably.
The heavy rain is rumbling, and in such a hustle and bustle, one can even hear someone panting thinly, so close at hand, so close at hand, leaving no gap for each other to escape.
Suddenly, there was a soft noise in the brazier, and sparks exploded.
Those star blossoms were blooming in the dark room, and Ning Yi's eyes suddenly became clear, and he turned over and got out of the way.
He stroked his chest slightly, a burst of suffocation forced him to cough lightly, a fine redness bloomed on his lips, he raised his hand to wipe it away.
This hurt, this medicine is so fierce that it almost caused him to lose control.
Feng Zhiwei's breasts were also rising and falling slightly, her face was still flushed, and she couldn't move after pressing the Ruanma point. She stared at the roof of the tent, trying to see the roof of the tent as someone's face, and burn a hole with her eyes .
The clothes don't need to be baked, so the heat from your body alone is enough to dry them.
Ning Yi calmed down, pulled a little distance away, and when he turned his head and saw her calm expression and fierce eyes, he couldn't help but smile.