"What are you looking at?" Huarong thinks funny, "you eat quickly, everybody is almost finished."

As for him, he has been fishing for a long time, and he hasn't eaten much food until now.

Feng Jin took back his sight, his thin lips gently cocked, beautiful face, with a bit of gentle smile.

He looks like he's happy.

Huarong took a look at his expression, then took back his sight and gave a silent low smile.

*

back from the hospital, Fengjin had a small scar on her chest.

After taking a bath, Huarong brushes her hair and sits by the bed looking at Feng Jin who is lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone.

Cool fingertips on the chest of Phoenix brocade, Huarong bent over, looked down at the face of Fengjin, light and mankaiqiang: "hello."

Feng Jin raised her eyes and put on the face of Huarong.

Her expression looks a little deep, eyes deep, reflecting his face.

"What were you thinking when you shot?"

In fact, up to now, she still didn't want to understand how he would gamble his life on such a boring thing.

Her hair fell down and sprinkled on his skin. It was itchy. Feng Jin raised her hand, picked up a bunch of her long hair, and gently kissed her on her lips.

"Nothing." He replied, "I've had that pistol with me for a long time. It's not my whim. I've thought about it for a long time."

"If you die -"

"if I die, I will release you. In my life, if you don't choose me

“……” Huarong blinked her eyes, but there was no big reaction. It may be that no matter how sad and angry she is, she has already spent her days in hospital. Even if she knows that she has been schemed by Fengjin, she still feels that it doesn't matter. She raised her lips and said with a smile, "I can't see that you have a lot of heart."

Feng Jin kisses her forehead, the voice is light and gentle: "I also calculate a woman in my life, who do you think she is?"

Huarong chuckled, "are you very proud?"

Looking at her smiling face, Feng Jin's eyes grew deeper and deeper, and her voice sounded a little dumb: "Huarong, I want to --"

Huarong stretched out her index finger against his lip: "No. You don't want it. "

“……” Feng Jin blinked innocently, did not speak, turned over, and expressed with practical action.

He licked her earlobe, Huarong's sensitive hummed, and his whole body seemed to have been electrified. He could not help but tremble.

They haven't done it for months.

The body that hasn't been moistened for too long is very sensitive. The skin touched by Fengjin inch by inch trembles, and Huarong feels that she is too responsive.

"Rong Rong, you are shaking so much." Feng Jin felt it and couldn't help but say, "look at your bottom - you really want it, don't you?"

The heat from his mouth breathed into her ear, which was her sensitive spot. She could not hold on to it. She snorted in a low voice, and her body became softer.

This sound also seemed to stimulate the Phoenix brocade, he breathed tightly, could not help but clench her soft waist.

Huarong was lying on the bed, her eyes were a little dark, too deep, she could not help but want to escape.

Feng brocade embrace come up, lock her firmly in the bosom, forbid her to retreat.

Long time no see.