Feng Sufei listened to Nanrong Huai'an's explanation, and her heart dropped, as long as everything is fine.
Nanrong Huai'an looked at the person who had been in his arms. His eyes were filled with mist-like light, faint and unpredictable.
No one could tell what Nanrong Huaian was thinking at this time.
He stretched out his hand, not knowing whether he wanted to comfort Feng Sufei or push her away.
After a pause, Nanrong Huai'an stretched out his hand and said softly: "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Feng Sufei listened to Nanrong Huai'an's soft voice and felt that such a low and mellow tone was the most touching and the most soothing.
She could also smell a particularly pleasant smell on Nan Rong Huaian's body, like snow and lotus, just like him, giving people the feeling of being out of this world.
Such a man is charming in every move he makes, and has a look that will captivate the world. He is really irresistible.
Feng Sufei didn't realize that she instinctively wanted to lean into this safe embrace.
As if it could heal her broken heart.
After a while, Feng Sufei calmed down and came to her senses. After realizing what she had done, she began to hurriedly get out of Nanrong Huai'an's arms.
"That, that..."
Feng Sufei wanted to explain incoherently, but she didn't know what to explain or what to say.
It was Nanrong Huai'an who spoke at the right time to relieve Feng Sufei's embarrassment, "Are you hungry? Let's go have breakfast."
Feng Sufei nodded.
Feng Sufei followed Nanrong Huai'an to the kitchen in the back mountain, and then she came back to her senses, "The disciples from the temple left with the master before. How are we going to eat breakfast today?"
"I'll do it myself."
Feng Sufei shook her head, as if she had thought of something, and said in surprise: "No, you didn't cook yesterday's meal, right?"
After the master and his disciples were assassinated, Nanrong Huai'an quickly moved them away, so how did they prepare for yesterday's meal
Could it really be done by Nanrong Huaian
Nanrong Huai'an rolled up his sleeves and began to wash the vegetables. He said Qingrun: "Well, I did it."
Feng Sufei was so surprised that she almost choked on her own saliva.
Feng Sufei thought about it and began to reminisce about yesterday's meal. It tasted really good and she couldn't help but eat a lot more.
Unexpectedly, it was actually the young master who cooked the food.
She really couldn't imagine how he cooked
But it has to be said that the better you know Nanrong Huai'an, the easier it is to be attracted to this man.
However, Feng Sufei's heart was severely damaged, and it was not easy to be tempted, so she could still resist Nanrong Huai'an's charm.
Although Nanrong Huaian is not good at cooking, it still does not affect his cooking. Every move he makes is noble, elegant and pleasing to the eye.
It seems that people can ignore the fact that he is bad at it.
Feng Sufei coughed because of surprise.
Nanrong Huai'an reached out and patted her back gently, "Don't choke yourself."
After Feng Sufei came to her senses, she hurriedly went to wash the vegetables, "I'll help you."
She is a healthy person, but she is always embarrassed to ask Nanrong Huai'an to cook for her.
She also wanted to rush to cook, but Nanrong Huai'an didn't let her do it, saying that she was afraid of oil splashing on her.
Nanrong Huai'an looked at Feng Sufei and could see the red color at the base of her ears, and did not refuse.
Feng Sufei helped wash the vegetables and serve the dishes, and Nanrong Huaian did the rest.
Whether it's chopping vegetables or stir-frying, Nanrong Huaian is doing it.
But even if he does such a thing, Nanrong Huaian's whole body seems to be filled with fairy spirit, as if he is not stained by the worldly atmosphere.
Feng Sufei looked at his actions and sighed: "The girl you loved back then should be very happy."