Chapter 595

Feng Sufei listened to Nanrong Huai'an's explanation, and her heart fell down. Everything was OK.

Nanrong Huai'an looks at the person who has been in his arms. His eyes are full of misty light. His face is unpredictable.

At this time, no one can see what Nanrong Huai'an is thinking.

He stretched out his hand, wondering whether he wanted to appease Feng Sufei or push her away.

After a pause, Nanrong Huai'an put his hand back and whispered, "don't worry, I'll be OK."

Listening to the soft voice of Nanrong Huai'an, Feng Sufei only felt that such a low and mellow tone was the most moving and soothing.

She can also smell a particularly pleasant smell on Nanrong Huai'an, like snow like lotus, like his people, giving people the feeling of being out of the world.

Such a man, every move is charm, with the face of the world, it is really irresistible.

Feng Sufei didn't realize that she instinctively wanted to rely on this safe embrace.

As if it could heal her broken heart.

After a long time, Feng Sufei calmed down his mood, suddenly regained his mind, realized what he had done, and began to rush out of Nan Rong Huai'an's arms.

"That, that..."

Feng Sufei wants to explain incoherently. He doesn't know what to explain or what to say.

Or is it time for Nanrong Huai'an to open her mouth and relieve Feng Sufei's embarrassment, "hungry? Let's go for breakfast. "

Feng Sufei nodded.

Feng Sufei followed Nanrong Huai'an to the kitchen of Houshan mountain, and she just came back to her mind. "The disciples of the temple left with the master. How can I eat breakfast today?"

"I'll do it myself."

Feng Sufei shook her head, as if thinking of something, said in surprise, "no, yesterday's meal was not made by you, was it?"

Master and his disciples, after being assassinated, Nanrong Huai'an quickly transferred people away, so how was yesterday's meal solved?

Is it really made by Nanrong Huai'an?

Nanrong Huai'an pulled up his sleeves and began to wash vegetables. He said, "well, I made it."

Feng Sufei was surprised and almost choked by her own saliva.

Feng Sufei thought, and began to aftertaste yesterday's meal. It tasted really good. He could not help but eat a lot more.

I didn't expect that it was the meal made by this young master.

She really can't imagine how he cooks?

But it has to be said that the more you know about Nanrong Huai'an, the more easily you are attracted by this man.

However, Feng Sufei's heart has been severely damaged. It's not so easy to move her heart, so she can resist the charm of Nanrong Huai'an.

Although Nanrong Huai'an is not good at cooking, it still doesn't affect his cooking. His every move is elegant and pleasant to watch.

It seems that people can ignore the fact that he is not good at doing.

Feng Sufei coughs in surprise.

Nanrong Huai'an reached out and patted her gently on the back. "Don't choke yourself."

After returning to her senses, Feng Sufei hurried to wash the dishes. "I'll give you a hand."

She is a healthy person, always embarrassed to let Nan Rong Huai'an cook for her.

She also wanted to cook, but Nanrong Huai'an didn't let her do it. She said she was afraid of oil splashing on her.

Nanrong Huai'an looked at Feng Sufei and could see the red color at the bottom of her ear. She didn't refuse.

Feng Sufei helped to wash dishes, serve dishes, and the rest were finished by Nanrong Huai'an.

Whether it's cutting or frying, Nanrong Huai'an is doing it.

But even if it is to do such a thing, the whole body of Nanrong Huai'an seems to be permeated with immortal spirit, as if it does not dye the world's mortal atmosphere.

Feng Sufei looked at his movements and sighed, "the girl you loved should be very happy."