Chapter 35

The rest of me heard Ji Chun die in a hole

“……”

Phoenix know micro anger on the heart, bastard Chun Yu Meng, how not to say it early!

With a sneer, she picked the plaster on the wall, shook it in the pot, stuffed it back into the hole, and filled the hole with a stool. She no longer paid attention to Chunyu's crying wolf.

As soon as she did a few movements, the wine strength came up, and the stars were more and more shining in front of her eyes. She held her head and turned around. She felt that the heat flow in her body suddenly surged. Then, she did not know where she was. After circling around the heat flow, her body temperature immediately fell down, but she felt soft again. Then she felt soft under her feet and bumped into some place.

His face was smooth and cool with a light fragrance of grass. It seemed to be Mr. Gu's pillow.

Feng Zhiwei struggles to get up. She doesn't want to sleep with others. She thinks vaguely while struggling. Gu Nan Yi has a good amount of wine. The half pot he drinks seems to be more than her. She is so calm and gentle as a mountain

Suddenly, I felt a bright light in front of me. Then I realized that it was not the light, but Gu Nan Yi threw away his ten thousand year old silk hat.

The moonlight had passed through the high window, and there was only such a heavy darkness on all sides. However, the man just lifted the veil, and it was as bright as a meteor.

How bright are those gorgeous eyes? Is it a spring of snow lotus floating on the top of huzhuogdamu snow mountain? Or at the bottom of the deep sea of Jinsha sea, the Pearl of treasure bred by pearl mussels of a thousand years old?

The extreme brilliance near us is so dazzling that it makes people forget the origin of everything.

Feng Zhiwei didn't see what the eyes looked like, let alone see Gu Nan's face, because the next moment, that face had been infinitely close, whispering and breathing hot: "hot..."

He seemed to be really hot. From breathing to body temperature, he was boiling and burning. Subconsciously, he was close to anything that was lower than his own temperature. Therefore, the cool cheek of the woman lying on the pillow became a redeemable ice spring.

He came close to her, green not tiny astringent, clean breath more and more strong, immediately a hand, held her face.

He held her face firmly, and was not satisfied with the unnatural touch of the skin masks of his men. He flicked the mask with his fingers, and the woman's delicate and white cheeks, as white as jade, flashed in the dark.

Satisfied with the feeling of jade like cool water, he immediately put his hot face close to him

Feng Zhiwei has no action at all.

What was in front of her was far beyond her preparation.

The man's clear and melancholy smell was close at hand, and long and dense eyelashes swept her cheek. He took her face as the best ice bag, and kneaded and kneaded her face in his hand. It was not enough. He rubbed his face here and there.

Dark chamber, ear to ear

But there is no beauty, making her want to cry

However, she was born into a young lady. She was also a young girl, and she was strict with ethics. Although she was forced to survive, she had to exercise authority in everything, but she could not be reduced to an ice bag

Isn't my face cooler?

Feng Zhiwei heart read a move, the body and heat flow of the Qin cool gas immediately began to slowly convergence, her temperature slowly rose up, a faint blush on her face.

Gu Nan Yi quickly felt that the soft and cool thing he was rubbing was not cool, and immediately let go of his hand in disappointment. However, the hot and dry force into his blood still made him unbearable. He thought about it, raised his hand and unbuttoned it.

Untie the long clothes he has always been wrapped up in.

When he was drunk like that, his movements were still extremely fast and stable. When his fingers fluttered, Feng Zhiwei saw that his neck was like jade, and a line of clavicle was exquisite and straight, which was so exquisite and beautiful that the hand of God could not draw the beauty of its lines.

Feng Zhi exploded with a slight bang.

Ancestor, why do you always have countless tricks to torture me?

With tears in her eyes, she bravely mobilized the cold air in her body to suppress the heat flow, and sent her flowery face to others, begging: "don't take off, don't take off, you touch, you touch..."

She rushed so fast that she knocked down the man who was taking off her clothes. Then she was drunk and felt dizzy. She didn't know anything

The chamber is dark, and the oppressed float in the wine country, silent.

Next door, Chunyu held up the wine pot and poured out the plaster. He touched his head and said in surprise, "finished? It's over... "

"Wake up, wake up..."

"Wake up!"

"Asshole! Not yet

I don't know where the voice came from, as far away as from the mountains and seas, drifting into the eardrum, disturbing the dreamless sleep. Fengzhiwei was reluctant to shake her head and held the quilt in her arms more tightly.

"Pa!"

She opened her eyes in an instant. At first she felt the darkness coming. It took a long time to recognize that she was still on the cot bed, with a snow-white face sticking out of the window above her head.Feng Zhi blinked her eyes and touched her face. She felt that the mask was not on her face. She immediately reached for the mask and put it on. Fortunately, the light above was not good, so she could not see her movements clearly.

This touch, feel the undulating "bedding", warm skin, smooth

Feng Zhiwei immediately retracted her hand like a snake bite.

No way

Then she summoned up the courage to look back. As expected, she saw sadly that a young master who was drunk was sleeping under her

His face was half hidden in the dark, and his sleeping posture was quiet and peaceful, but different from the stillness like stillness, which had no movement and expression on weekdays, he was slightly uneasy, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled under the palm of his hand.

Somehow, just looking at this person's sleeping posture, I feel that the four sides of the atmosphere is heavy and quiet, and in the middle of the night, Yushu is quietly blooming flowers.

Feng Zhiwei's eyes flit across the small half of his face. After a slight hesitation, he takes the gauze hat and covers his face gently.

She didn't want to see it. She didn't want to see it.

Some things, do not touch, than touch happiness.

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