Nanrong Huai'an also felt that it seemed that he had not hugged Feng Sufei so well for a long time.
It seemed that Feng Sufei had not relied on him like this or talked to him like this for a long time.
So at this moment, Nanrong Huaian's mood was a little unbearable.
His heart was a little sour, a little soft, and there was a hint of waves.
Nanrong Huaian held Feng Sufei in his arms, unable to calm down for a long time.
Feng Sufei smelled the scent of Nanrong Huai'an. It smelled so elegant and pleasant, and it was once the smell she was familiar with and coveted.
In the past few days, she seemed to have forgotten this smell.
Before, her heart was cold and she resisted such a breath.
Now, her heart softened and she was willing to immerse herself in it, so she hugged Nanrong Huai'an tightly.
The two hugged each other for a long time, and Feng Sufei said in Nanrong Huai'an's ear: "Hold me to sleep."
Nanrong Huai'an's throat moved, and he said softly and hoarsely: "Okay."
Nanrong Huai'an could not refuse Feng Sufei's words and her request.
Nanrong Huai'an lay down with Feng Sufei in his arms. At this moment, he couldn't bear to fall asleep.
Feng Sufei also blinked, not wanting to sleep.
Both of them are experiencing this long-lost warmth and tranquility.
In the room, it seemed that only the breathing of two people could be heard.
Starting from this night, the frozen atmosphere between the two people seemed to dissipate, and the sweet and warm life of the past seemed to have returned.
Feng Sufei would occasionally act coquettishly with Nanrong Huai'an, and Nanrong Huai'an would always pamper her.
The two also cook together.
A touch of warmth lingered around the two of them.
But there seems to be an undercurrent hidden under this warmth.
Because both of them seemed to be dealing with each other with a hint of caution.
It was as if he was afraid that the appearance of thunder would break the peace.
They all have hidden worries in their hearts.
Moreover, this kind of hidden worry does exist, and they cannot treat it as nothing.
On this day, Nan Rong Huaian went out for a meeting, and Feng Sufei received news from Huang Ying that the plan to assassinate Zi Wanxun had already been launched.
It's just that it's not that easy to assassinate Zi Wanxun. She must come out, and she must be in a situation that is conducive to the assassination before she can truly assassinate him.
What Feng Sufei wanted was for her plan to succeed, and she would never allow Zi Wanxun to escape.
At six o'clock tonight, Zi Wanxun will appear in Hongyi Alley. There are gunshot holes all around. Moreover, Hongyi Alley is also suitable for hiding people and is a good place for assassination.
After Feng Sufei received the news, her hands trembled.
Now there is no room for her to hesitate any longer. The plan has been launched and must be assassinated.
Feng Sufei's heart beat violently several times.
Her lips were pursed tightly.
Perhaps at the moment when she really wanted to kill Zi Wanxun, Feng Sufei could not help but think about Nanrong Huai'an's feelings.
Even if her heart trembled for a moment, Feng Sufei still would not change her decision.
Nanrong Huai'an should know about killing Zi Wanxun. If he wants to blame, then so be it.
After all, it was Zi Wanxun who assassinated her first.
And it depends on who has more ability, who can kill the other.
Feng Sufei quietly left the other courtyard, then entered the palace through the tunnel, changed into her clothes, she was fully armed, and was ready to appear in Hongyi Lane to watch Zi Wanxun being killed.
Before going, Feng Sufei took out her mobile phone and called Nanrong Huaian.
"Hey, Sophie..."
Hearing Nan Rong Huai'an's gentle voice coming from the other end of the phone, Feng Sufei's heart felt slightly stagnant.