When Nanrong Huai'an spoke, he looked at Feng Sufei intently, and the distress in his eyes was so obvious.
Although he desperately wanted Feng Sufei to forgive him and explain.
But even so, he still valued Feng Sufei's body the most.
Just now he felt her body getting cold, and his heart felt suffocated.
He couldn't bear the slightest bit of physical discomfort from Feng Sufei, and it made him feel bad to see her thin.
When Feng Sufei heard Nan Rong Huai'an's words, her heart began to throb violently, and her cold heart seemed to suddenly feel warm.
Nanrong Huaian is always like this, he can always use his tenderness and warmth to make your heart beat uncontrollably.
In fact, sometimes she wonders how she fell in love with Nanrong Huai'an in the first place and how she fell in love so deeply.
She doesn't even know it, but maybe this man is so charming. He can penetrate into your heart in the smallest details, making you fall into that tenderness without even realizing it.
She couldn't stand his tenderness and care.
It gave her a long-lost feeling of palpitations.
This man was poisonous. As long as he was in front of her, as long as he was gentle to her, she couldn't resist him, let alone her heart.
Feng Sufei wanted to run away, but she was afraid that she would no longer be able to control her heart.
But she wanted to hear Nanrong Huaian's explanation.
Feng Sufei felt that she herself was an extremely contradictory person.
Nanrong Huai'an was always like this. His gentleness, his care, and his attentiveness made her unable to be moved or frightened.
Feng Sufei took a deep breath and pushed back the tears that were burning in the corners of her eyes.
Feng Sufei said calmly: "I'm not cold and I'm not hungry."
Nanrong Huai'an sighed, walked up to Feng Sufei, and put a cup of tea in her hand, "Don't be so brave, you are too tired."
The sentence was too tiring, which made Feng Sufei feel sour again.
"If you want to say this, you don't have to say it."
Nanrong Huai'an had a hurt look in his eyes when he heard Feng Sufei's words.
"Sophie, you are my lover, how could I not tell you, no matter what."
Feng Sufei felt that her patience was running out. She looked up at Nanrong Huai'an and couldn't help but retort: "What about Zi Wanxun? Nanrong Huai'an, do you still want me to believe you now? Do you believe what you say? My love, hey, I think they are all just collaborators, no, now you are Young Master Nanrong and I am the queen."
When she said this, Feng Sufei actually didn't mean it sincerely, and there was a bitter curve on her lips.
But the way Nanrong Huai'an was grinding made her angry.
Nanrong Huai'an was gentle, but sometimes, his gentleness and indifference made her unable to feel his sincerity, which made her feel uncomfortable.
Is it so difficult for her to hear his true words
Nanrong Huaian's heart stung hard when he heard Feng Sufei's words.
Even so, he still said gently: "Sophie, drink some water first. You see your throat is a little dry."
That's what Nanrong Huai'an is like. When he is gentle and good-tempered to you, you can't even get angry.
Feng Sufei felt uncomfortable and depressed. Nanrong Huai'an just didn't know what she wanted.
Tears were about to fall from Feng Sufei's eyes.
Nanrong Huai'an controlled himself, but still couldn't help it, and sadly wiped the tears from the corners of Feng Sufei's eyes.
"Don't cry."
Feng Sufei was angry and wanted to push Nanrong Huai'an, but Nanrong Huai'an held her hand and said, "Don't be angry, it's not good for your health."