When Nanrong Huai'an spoke, his eyes were deeply locked on Feng Sufei.
He didn't allow Feng Sufei to escape. He could see that Feng Sufei had emotions, so he wanted to know what her emotions were and what happened to her.
Although seeing tears welling up in the corners of her eyes made him feel distressed and his heart clenched, he was still stubborn in wanting to know what was wrong with her.
His Feifei, the person he held dear to his heart, did she know how deeply he felt for her and how possessive he was
Nanrong Huai'an stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Feng Sufei's eyes, "Good boy, don't cry. Do you know how distressed I will be if you cry?"
When Nanrong Huai'an spoke, his tone was full of distress, and his voice was hoarse.
His heart ached.
Feng Sufei raised her head and met Nanrong Huai'an's red eyes. She also knew that she might be too pretentious, and she made Nanrong Huai'an worried.
She could feel that when he held her, his arms were so strong and trembling slightly.
Through these and Nanrong Huai'an's expression, she could feel that Nanrong Huai'an was nervous about her.
Feng Sufei's heart also tugged. She knew clearly what kind of feelings she had for Nanrong Huai'an, so seeing Nan Rong Huai'an feel uncomfortable made her feel uncomfortable too.
She still couldn't bear to make him sad.
Feng Sufei sniffed, controlled her emotions, and tried to stop herself from crying.
In fact, she couldn't help but be pretentious in front of Nanrong Huai'an.
In fact, it was just because he had her in his heart and couldn't bear to let her cry.
After Feng Sufei regained her senses, she felt that this was wrong.
She couldn't bear to trouble Nanrong Huai'an.
Feng Sufei leaned into Nanrong Huai'an's arms. Her body became soft as she leaned into his arms. She put her arms around his waist and muttered in his arms: "Huai'an, I don't want this either." , I just couldn’t control my emotions well, after you gave me that ancestral hairpin, I fell asleep, and when I fell asleep, I dreamed about things in the era of demons."
Hearing these words, Nanrong Huai'an stiffened and his arms trembled slightly.
Nanrong Huai'an's expression was tense, and his eyes became even redder.
His heart was shaking, but he tried to keep calm on his face. Why did he give Sophie the hairpin.
The ancestors of their Nanrong family were related to the Demon Emperor of the Demon Era, so maybe the hairpin made Feng Sufei remember some things from the Demon Era.
Nanrong Huai'an hugged Feng Sufei tightly, as if she wanted to rub Feng Sufei into her body, "Feifei, I was sorry at that time."
When saying this, Nanrong Huai'an used almost all his strength, and his voice seemed to be choked with sobs.
In fact, when Nanrong Huai'an didn't come to the palace, Feng Sufei was thinking wildly, her mood was unstable, and her mind was confused.
She didn't even know what to do.
But after Nanrong Huaian came, she leaned into Nanrong Huaian's arms, her mood stabilized, and she regained some sense.
She also understood that the things of the demon era were in the past.
They are in today's society, so they should think about modern times, not things from the demon era.
That's something you can't live with yourself.
She leaned in Nanrong Huai'an's arms, feeling his care and his feelings, and her heart was actually at ease.
"Huai'an, actually I was too pretentious just now, don't say you're sorry!"