Chapter 1522

When Feng Sufei hears the words of "South Rong Huai'an", the ripples in her heart ripple away.

When she was with Nanrong Huai'an before, Nanrong Huai'an would not really say such emotional words.

He never said it.

She didn't think he would.

But today, she heard it, originally in her heart, her heart was so palpitating, with a sour feeling.

What makes this elegant and calm man so careful.

Is it because of her?

Feng Sufei's eyes were full of tears. She looked at Nanrong Huai'an with tears in her eyes, with pain in her eyes.

Obviously, he was sorry for her and hurt her, but his appearance made her feel like she hurt him.

How could he bear to say something else and refuse.

She did not know how he would explain the matter of ziwanxun.

She doesn't mind so much that a word or two can get rid of the hurt in her heart.

Even now she is so close to Nanrong Huai'an, her heart throb is very strong. She also grinds her teeth and controls herself with reason, so as not to let her have too many emotions.

Really, close to South Rong Huai'an, she can smell the familiar and greedy breath.

She couldn't help but want to get close.

She really didn't want to stay away.

Love, the original is not that people can control, the heart is not their own control.

Even if she was the queen, even if she told herself to be calm and strong, but that was just what she told herself, not what she could do.

Feng Sufei's tears are almost out of control. She wants to say, Nanrong Huai'an, this time, you don't hurt me anymore.

Because I don't know how much my heart can bear.

She is a queen and a woman. Once she has love, her heart will be fragile.

At this time, because of controlling the mood, Feng Sufei's body is shivering.

Nan Rong Huaian can feel her fragility on the shoulders of Feng Fei's shoulders. As if a slight force exerting on her, she would be broken, and it would disappear like a bubble.

The heart of Nanrong Huai'an is aching.

Before, his Sufi picked up and held her shoulder, not so thin.

Now, he felt as if his hands were only bones.

How can she thin like this? It's only a short time.

Nanrong Huai'an did not dare to press Feng Sufei hard, but did not want to let go.

He looked at Feng Sufei's silence and knew that she should be willing to listen to his explanation.

Nan Rong Huai'an's eyes twinkled, then he took Feng Sufei's hand and went into the room to let her sit down.

Nan Rong Huai'an immediately pours tea for Feng Sufei and prepares dessert.

He remembered that Feng Sufi loved this, and her hands were cold.

Feng Sufei sat down and watched Nanrong Huai'an busy, then stood up and took a step forward.

Although Nanrong Huai'an is busy, his attention is always on Feng Sufei. He sees Feng Sufei getting up and seems to go.

Nanrong Huai'an's heart is closely followed. His eyes are bright and quivering. "Where are you going?"

Nan Rong Huaian's voice is very low, very light, but tiktok.

Nanrong Huai'an is a person with strong emotional control. His nervousness now shows that his heart has already been in the sea.

Feng Sufei can feel the emotion of Nanrong Huai'an. Her heart is sour. She is reluctant to leave for his appearance.

She gave him a chance to explain.

"You come here and talk to me. Don't be busy."

"But you are all cold. I'm sure I didn't eat well. I want you to drink some hot tea to warm your body. First, I'll cushion your stomach."