Feng Sufei blinked her eyes slightly sore when she heard Nanrong Huaian's voice.
This feeling was very strange, and she couldn't help but want to get closer to Nanrong Huai'an.
I want to be close to him, smell his breath, even hug him.
At this time, Feng Sufei's mind went blank. She followed her heart and walked over, approaching Nanrong Huai'an.
In fact, Feng Sufei cherishes her current feeling.
Because she can get close to Nanrong Huaian if she wants.
She thought of the time in the Nanrong family before, when she had not yet recovered her identity.
At that time, she had Nan Rong Huaian in her heart, but she felt insecure about her relationship.
She always has to work hard to control her heart.
Even if she wants to get close to Nanrong Huaian, she must control her heart.
Because at that time, Nanrong Huai'an had never said she liked or loved her, and she felt insecure in her heart.
Now, she is confident in her relationship with Nanrong Huai'an. When she wants to get close to him and hug him, she can walk over.
Feng Sufei walked over, sat down beside Nanrong Huai'an's bed, and took the initiative to gently rest her head on Nanrong Huai'an's arms.
The moment Feng Sufei leaned into his arms, Nanrong Huaian's body stiffened.
Nanrong Huai'an was feeling pain because he thought Feng Sufei was going to the empire.
At this moment, he wished he could rub Feng Sufei into his body's bones and blood, and wished he could love her very hard.
But his hands trembled, but he did not hug Feng Sufei.
Because he was afraid that if she hugged her, he would not let her leave.
He wouldn't want her to go to the empire. The round trip would take at least a few days. He wouldn't be able to bear not seeing her for a few days.
Feng Sufei smelled the elegant lotus-like scent of Nanrong Huai'an almost greedily.
She didn't know if it was because of love, but she just felt that Nan Rong Huai'an's breath smelled particularly good and had a charming feeling.
But she could also feel the stiffness of Nanrong Huai'an's body.
If it were before, Nanrong Huai'an would definitely hug her.
Feng Sufei raised her head and looked at Nanrong Huai'an, "Huai'an, what's wrong with you?"
At this time, Nanrong Huai'an Chuchen's eyes were filled with deep whirlpools, like ocean waves, beating to swallow people up.
Nanrong Huai'an ignored the wound and directly hugged Feng Sufei up, making her sit with her legs spread horizontally...
In this way, two people can be in closer contact.
Nanrong Huai'an firmly held Feng Sufei's waist, and then kissed her deeply...
"Huai'an... you... what's wrong with you?"
"Well, your wound..."
Nanrong Huai'an swallowed Feng Sufei's breath vigorously, as if he wanted to integrate all the thoughts of the next few days into this kiss.
The kiss was very deep and domineering. Feng Sufei couldn't resist it, and she felt confused for a while.
And since Nanrong Huai'an was injured, the two of them really haven't had any closer contact.
Every time, a kiss, when they can't control it, the two people will use that little bit of reason to control it.
But at this moment, Feng Sufei felt that her reason was being swallowed up.
Nanrong Huai'an seemed to have no intention of staying rational, and there was only an all-devouring light in his eyes.
Such light and such aura made Feng Sufei's whole body tremble.
She wanted to take a deep breath, but it was Nanrong Huai'an who gave her the breath.
“Huaian…”
"Sophie, don't move..."
When he said this, Nanrong Huaian's forehead was covered with sweat. He seemed to be holding back something.
And Feng Sufei also felt Nanrong Huai'an's affection strongly.