Feng Sufei was very angry. She took off her slippers and went directly to bed. Then she lay on Nanrong Huai'an and took the initiative to grab his hand and put it on her waist.
Nanrong Huai'an also placed his hand very lightly on Feng Sufei's waist. His eyes were shining with a dark light, so Feng Sufei didn't even know what his emotions were.
Feng Sufei felt crazy now.
She loves Nanrong Huaian, so she cares about his mood. Nanrong Huaian's behavior makes her anxious.
She didn't know what to do, she just wanted the most intimate contact.
But it seemed that Nanrong Huaian was indifferent.
Feng Sufei's eyes were filled with aggrieved light.
She kissed Nanrong Huai'an randomly, and finally looked at Nanrong Huai'an feebly, with resentment and accusation.
From beginning to end, Nanrong Huaian's body was stiff.
He looked at Feng Sufei's anxious, aggrieved and resentful look, and his heart ached, but he used his strong self-control to hold it back.
Feng Sufei said in a resentful tone: "Huai'an, I told you, I didn't mean it."
Nanrong Huai'an shook her hand and wanted to touch Feng Sufei's hair and coax her, but she held back.
Feng Sufei didn't know what emotions she wanted to vent. She lowered her head and bit Nanrong Huai'an's lips hard, and used her fingers to pull Nanrong Huai'an's bathrobe.
This time, Feng Sufei was completely crazy and wanted to take the initiative.
The light in Nanrong Huai'an's eyes flickered, complex and mist-like. Perhaps only he knew his inner emotions.
Feng Sufei kissed Nanrong Huai'an's neck, and then moved down.
She almost bit it, stirring all of Nanrong Huai'an's breath.
She just wants to keep fanning the flames with her lips and hands.
But Feng Sufei's downturn dampened Nanrong Huai'an's determination.
If Nanrong Huai'an wants to control himself, he will definitely control it very well.
If Feng Sufei had not experienced Nanrong Huai'an's domineering madness before, she would have thought that Nan Rong Huai'an was an abstinent person and would have thought that he was not stained by the world of mortals.
Feng Sufei looked at Nanrong Huaian anxiously and pulled off his bathrobe, "Huaian, I feel uncomfortable..."
She desperately wanted to prove something.
Nanrong Huai'an's self-control has actually been exhausted.
For Nanrong Huai'an, he had no self-control and control over Feng Sufei in front of his beloved woman.
Feng Sufei deliberately bowed her body to get closer to him.
Nanrong Huai'an's breathing almost betrayed his emotions. He grabbed Feng Sufei's hand and said, "Sophie, stop making trouble... stop playing..."
"I didn't play."
Feng Sufei said, biting her lip. She thought about it very much. Maybe it was just to prove something at first, to know Nanrong Huai'an's emotions.
So at this moment, she was very emotional, she was longing for...
Feng Sufei looked at Nanrong Huai'an seriously and said: "Huai'an, I admit that when I got off the plane and saw my sister, I forgot about everyone and ignored everyone. Maybe you will blame me, maybe you think I treat you badly." The feelings are not deep enough...
But, it's not like this, it's because I was in a state of confusion before and looked like a child of several years old. However, every time, my sister would hold my hand and protect me...
As long as my sister holds my hand, I feel like I'm back to that time, carefree and protected by my sister...
Over the years, my sister has worked very hard. She is my closest relative and is very important... "
At this point, Feng Sufei's throat choked up, "But Huai'an, you are also very important. You are love, and sister is family affection. It is different."