Feng Sufei looked at Nanrong Huai'an, her mind was filled with longing, and she didn't know what to say.
And when he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse.
Her eyes were sour, and she had an urge to cry.
It turned out that she missed him so much.
Feng Sufei and Nanrong Huai'an stood there, staring deeply at each other, and they could see the strong emotions and deep longing in each other's eyes.
The moment Feng Sufei saw Nanrong Huai'an, her heart jumped out of her throat very fast.
The throbbing was severe.
The dreamlike face, poetic and picturesque, so beautiful, is what she has engraved in her mind.
Feng Sufei looked at Nanrong Huai'an almost dreamily, tears almost falling out.
Nanrong Huai'an looked at Feng Sufei's appearance and knew that she had lost weight and looked much more haggard. Although her eyes were still so bright, he knew that his Sufei must have endured hardship.
Nanrong Huai'an felt heartbroken when she saw Feng Sufei's tears.
He took a few steps forward and came to Feng Sufei. He gently wiped away Feng Sufei's tears with his hands, and said distressedly: "Don't cry, your crying makes my heart hurt."
At this time, Nanrong Huaian's heart ached when he saw Feng Sufei's tears.
Her tears seemed to fall to the bottom of his heart, making his heart bleed.
Nanrong Huai'an wiped away Feng Sufei's tears, lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Now he doesn't want to say anything, he just wants to get closer to her and get closer to her to relieve the pain of lovesickness.
During this time, he was also very worried about her, and he couldn't even worry about her anymore.
He misses her too.
Nanrong Huai'an gently hugged Feng Sufei into his arms, then tightened his arms little by little and tightened them very tightly.
Feng Sufei felt the strength of Nanrong Huai'an's arm, and then slowly closed her eyes.
This kind of strength made her feel safe and made her feel that she was very close to him.
Smelling the familiar scent of Nanrong Huai'an, Feng Sufei felt drunk.
She wanted to lie in Nanrong Huai'an's arms right now, just like this in his arms.
Nanrong Huai'an reached out and gently stroked Feng Sufei's hair, and said in her ear: "Sophie, you have lost weight and it makes me feel bad."
Feng Sufei pouted and said, "I just want to make you feel distressed."
"fool."
She missed him so much.
When Feng Sufei came out of Nanrong Huaian's arms, she stroked Nanrong Huaian's eyes with her hand, "You are also haggard."
Nanrong Huai'an grabbed Feng Sufei's finger and put it to his lips and kissed it, "I miss you."
When holding Feng Sufei's hand, Nanrong Huai'an felt something touched and his expression changed.
He grabbed Feng Sufei's hand and turned it over to look.
Feng Sufei realized something and quickly pulled her hands away.
But Nanrong Huai'an was very strong and refused to allow Feng Sufei to pull back.
He looked down at Feng Sufei's palms. Calluses formed on the once smooth fingers.
Looking at those new cocoons, Nanrong Huai'an's heart was stung terribly.
His heart ached so hard.
Nanrong Huai'an looked at Feng Sufei with red eyes, "These..."
Feng Sufei tried her best to put on a nonchalant smile, "This... I just did some work and treated it as exercise."
On weekdays, Nanrong Huai'an was reluctant to let Feng Sufei do any work.
He didn't want Feng Sufei to be tired.
Whenever she bumped into her, he would feel very distressed.
Not to mention seeing these cocoons.
Just from these cocoons, he knew how much work Feng Sufei had done in the past ten days.