Feng Sufei knew that by clinging to Nanrong Huaian like this, Nanrong Huaian misunderstood that she wanted to do it again.
She quickly shook her head. She hadn't recovered yet, "I just want a hug."
Can she say that when she was held by Nan Rong Huai'an, she felt so sweet and at ease, with a deep sense of security
She didn't know how to describe this feeling to Nan Rong Huai'an.
Nanrong Huaian's heart softened when he saw Feng Sufei like this, incredibly soft.
In fact, Feng Sufei's clinging and relying on Nanrong Huai'an can also make Nanrong Huai'an's inner hostility and darkness dissipate.
In this way, his feeling of worrying about gains and losses also dissipated.
In fact, Nanrong Huaian is also afraid of losing and feels insecure.
The sense of security he needs can only be given to him by Feng Sufei.
At this moment, Feng Sufei gave him a sense of security.
The aura on Nanrong Huaian's body became softer.
He put his hand on Feng Sufei's belly, "Aren't you hungry?"
After tossing her for so long in the morning, she must be tired and hungry.
He couldn't bear to starve her.
Of course, he had no choice but to tire her. When he encountered her, his proud self-control was useless.
He couldn't control the love and passion that filled his body.
Looking at her crying and listening to her voice, the blood in his whole body was boiling.
How can I stop!
Feng Sufei rested her head on Nanrong Huai'an's shoulder, looking lazy.
She looked like she was truly boneless, so soft that Nanrong Huai'an wished he could put her in his heart and take care of her.
"I'm hungry, I want to eat the food you cooked, and I also want to look at you."
Feng Sufei felt that she was deliberately making Nanrong Huai'an difficult.
But at this time, she was willful and wanted to see how Nanrong Huai'an pampered her.
Nanrong Huai'an sighed, there was nothing he could do to her.
But the one I love most in my heart can only be loved by him.
When she pouted, he felt distressed.
Nanrong Huai'an picked up Feng Sufei's clothes and started to put them on Feng Sufei.
Including underwear, Nanrong Huai'an wears it for Feng Sufei.
Feng Sufei's face turned red and hot.
Feng Sufei's body was actually a little stiff.
She found it quite strange that she and Nan Rong Huaian had the most intimate actions, but she felt embarrassed to ask him to help her get dressed.
It felt so strange that she didn't dare to raise her head.
But she rested her head on Nanrong Huai'an's shoulder, with a sweet smile on her lips.
Nanrong Huai'an naturally didn't know Feng Sufei's state of mind at this time. He was seriously dressing her.
After dressing her up, Nanrong Huaian picked up Feng Sufei and said, "Go to the kitchen later. Sit there so you can see me."
Feng Sufei nodded when she heard Nanrong Huai'an's arrangement.
In short, she just wanted Nanrong Huai'an to be in her sight.
So Nanrong Huai'an placed a soft couch next to the kitchen, and Feng Sufei lay on it and played with the tablet.
He is cooking in the kitchen.
Feng Sufei played for a while and looked at Nanrong Huai'an. She felt that Nanrong Huai'an's cooking was so elegant and noble.
When Nanrong Huai'an was cooking, he would turn to look at Feng Sufei from time to time.
It felt like even though Feng Sufei was so old, he was still worried about her.
Feng Sufei also looked into Nanrong Huai'an's eyes from time to time.
She felt that she was sitting here and letting Nanrong Huai'an cook, and suddenly she felt a little uncomfortable.
Does she think she is being arrogant
"Huai'an, let me help you cook."