Li Nanheng, raising one for you is enough, but you want me to raise pigs
There was nothing wrong with the second half of this sentence, but the first half made Li Nanheng's eyebrows jump and he stopped pouring water on his body.
Then he suddenly smiled meaningfully and looked at her: "Come here."
Seeing the man's slightly dangerous smile, Feng Ling's fingers were still hooked on the little wild boar's front hooves. Listening to the little piglet's squealing, Feng Ling said resolutely and resolutely: "Don't go through."
Li Nanheng suddenly looked at her with a sideways eyebrow. Feng Ling continued to tease the little wild boar that was already screaming anxiously. He was about to help it untie the rope when Li Nanheng walked up from the stream.
The man's upper body was naked, and the trousers on his lower body were wet, but it did not affect the man's handsomeness at all. He just walked over and said, "You dare to let her go. If you don't bake her tonight, I will put you Bake it and eat it.”
Feng Ling's subordinate paused and rolled his eyes at him: "Even if I get a bunch of wild boar meat and put it in front of you, you will still eat me when you deserve it. It's as if you can let me sleep in peace one night." It’s like sleeping peacefully on the bed.”
As she said that, she pointed at the little wild boar again: "And this one is too small. It looks like it was born less than half a month ago. If you want to eat tender meat, it depends on the size. This kind is not tender." , but it was too tender and not tasty at all.”
Li Nanheng looked at her condescendingly, narrowed his eyes and said: "Then do as I say, raise it first, and then eat it when it is grown."
Feng Ling's mouth twitched: "There is usually no shortage of food, so why do you have to raise it? Even if human beings live at the top of the food chain, how can they eat if they have feelings when they are raised by themselves?"
"If you don't want to eat it, just keep it. It just so happens that you are short of living things around you. It can relieve your boredom at ordinary times."
"...Are there not many living creatures in this jungle? Why don't I catch a few non-venomous snakes and raise them later, and let them sleep cross-legged under our bed every day?"
Li Nanheng laughed, leaned down and held her chin, and kissed her firmly on the lips directly and decisively. When Feng Ling was so dizzy from being kissed that he almost sat on the ground, he said in a hoarse voice: "Whatever, if you want If you like such excitement, I'll accompany you."
Stimulate
“…”
The thrill of having a snake under your bed
Just thinking about it gives me a chill!
Feng Ling hurriedly slapped his hand away: "I don't want to! It's enough to raise just one of you. I won't raise the others. Let this little wild boar go and we'll eat others."
When the man saw that she insisted on letting her go, he had no objection.
Feng Ling quickly released the front hooves of the little wild boar. The little thing howled twice more, turned around very quickly and jumped far away. The speed of this thing was not like that of poultry. Wild boars are naturally very fast. The reason why Feng Ling is so fast is because when he was a child, he had to be very fast in order to eat in the jungle, otherwise he would not be able to catch anything.
"Aren't you going to wash it?" Seeing that the man didn't take the little wild boar seriously at all, and wanted to kiss him again as if he was still not satisfied with the kiss, she raised her hand to block it: "You're all sweaty!"
Li Nanheng laughed, remembering that he had been busy for a long time in the morning and was sweating all over. She was clean and exuded a fresh smell. He kissed her lips again, but this time he only tasted it lightly and did not kiss her again. I went too deep and went straight back to the clear stream to take a bath.
This clear stream is very shallow, only a dozen centimeters deep in many places. The deepest point is where he is standing now, but it is only as high as the man's waist. The man stands there, leaning back on the bank in a leisurely manner. On the other side, he picked up another piece of grass and held it in his mouth.
Feng Ling looked at it for a while, then walked over and poured some water on his head. The man didn't hide, he just asked with a teasing smile, "What? Do you want to help your husband take a bath with your own hands?"
There is no such thing as a husband, and Feng Ling still doesn't have the nerve to call her "husband" in a serious manner.
This man is always on the lips of his little wife and little wife.
Moreover, she had been interrogating her in his arms before going to bed these nights. The reason why Li Nanheng had never explained to her about marrying Yi Guanzhong was because the Feng and Li families had an agreement that no one could know about Li Nanheng within three years. After all, this kind of thing is too unbelievable to outsiders. In order to respect a dead child and not let others spread gossip, we must abide by this three-year agreement and not marry within three years. Other women did not explain this inexplicable marriage.
But this was just a verbal agreement between the two families, not a real marriage, and for Li Nanheng, it was just a few clothes she wore when she was a child.
But he shamelessly calls his little wife all day long, as if she completely and completely belongs to him.
She poured water on his head again and looked at some old wounds on the man's back that were not too obvious but could be seen. These less obvious scars were not ugly on his body. A man , is another man who came out of the XI base. It is absolutely impossible that he does not have a few old scars on his body. People do not live in a fairy tale world. No one is perfect and invincible. Occasional injuries are inevitable.
Just the gunshot wound behind his shoulder...
Feng Ling put her hand on his gunshot wound. She had used a dagger to help him take out the bullet. At that time, the man was sweating in pain but did not say a word. He was protecting her in his arms in Boston. He blocked the bullet for her, and later... Even though he was so weak, he still showed up with a gun when she was almost surrounded, as if a god had descended upon her.
Her fingers were caressing there for a long time. When the man saw that her hand was there and never left it, he stroked it gently repeatedly. Knowing what she was thinking, he raised his hand and pressed her hand there: "Come down if you want to help me take a bath." Wash together, don’t take advantage of me secretly from behind.”
"Who took advantage of you?" Feng Ling clapped his hand again, and at the same time lowered his head on the bank behind him to look at the grass in his mouth: "You haven't smoked since you came here. Are you addicted to cigarettes?"
The man did not answer directly, but casually leaned back, squinting at the tiny bits of light falling from the dense leaves above, and responded lightly: "Yes."
"I see there are several boxes in the travel bag you brought, but why haven't you smoked them yet?"
The man slightly curled his lips, still leaning there and said leisurely: "It's not safe to smoke in the jungle, and... After all, this place is the place where you lived when you were a child. It is too clean and has too many memories of you, so it cannot be used by any outsiders. It cannot be polluted by anything, even the second-hand smoke released.”