An Yi felt that the size, temperature, softness and hardness of this pillow were all very suitable. She really wanted to sleep with this pillow like this forever.
Feng Qingchen carried An Yi out of the hall and into the black and white gray room where the man in white lived. He wanted to put An Yi on the bed, but An Yi refused to let go and even pulled him down casually. The two of them rolled onto the bed.
The moment An Yi fell on the bed, the mask on her face fell down, revealing a small jade-white face. At the same time, Feng Qingchen instinctively stretched out her arm to block An Yi's head and put her arm on her head. Under the head.
Being pulled by An Yi and pressed against her, Feng Qingchen was stunned for a moment. It was strange, when did he become so considerate and want to protect this woman's head? His arm seemed to stretch out automatically, without him even reacting.
Feng Qingchen bent the fingers under An Yi's head and moved them.
No problem. He couldn't feel the cold or warmth in his arms for a while. He has recovered a lot these days. Could it be that the old disease has relapsed?
Just when Feng Qingchen was worried about his disobedient arm, because his fingers moved around and pulled the muscles on his arm, An Yi felt really uncomfortable lying on his pillow. He let out a sound and raised his head slightly. His lips happened to touch the lips of Uncle Feng Qingchen who was concentrating on studying his arm with a suspicious look on his face.
Feng Qingchen's body stiffened, and she was startled. She immediately pulled out her arms and covered her lips. Her eyes suddenly widened with disbelief on her face.
Although Leng Jiu had said that he had a son and daughter with this woman, in the dead of night, he still couldn't imagine the tumultuous situation with this woman. He even couldn't imagine that he had never wanted others to get close to him, so how could he fight to death with a woman? Lingering?
In the past, Feng Qingchen always felt that this was a very disgusting thing.
He is not used to having close relationships with people.
But Feng Qingchen knew that Leng Jiu would not lie to him, and he did not have the courage to lie to him, so he unconsciously paid attention to this woman, but just now
Feng Qingchen sat aside and touched her lips with her hand. The kiss was not as disgusting as she imagined!
Feng Qingchen looked down at An Yi. An Yi was drowsy. Was he in a coma or asleep? But the golden arrow on the shoulder was particularly dazzling, and the blood flowed everywhere, staining his new black brocade robe!
Feng Qingchen took off the soiled robe in displeasure and threw it aside with disgust. He looked at the woman again, stretched out his hand to untie the woman's collar and checked the depth of the golden arrow's penetration.
The collar was unbuttoned, revealing a large area of ??the woman's fair skin, as well as a red bellyband, white and red, very dazzling.
Feng Qingchen frowned slightly. For some reason, he felt a little nervous.
He is the emperor of the world who wants to rule the world, so why is there any tension in taking off a woman's clothes?
Feng Qingchen¡¯s eyes darkened, and her actions of pulling off her clothes were a little rough.
An Yi groaned, it seemed to be in pain, and the wound bled even more.
Feng Qingchen couldn't help but curse. After making sure that the wound was not very deep, she used one hand to pull out the golden arrow.
An Yi's body rose up with the action of pulling out the golden arrow. Feng Qingchen held down An Yi's body to prevent An Yi from getting too close to her, but the blood spurted from the wound splashed the white embroidered dragon inside him. Patterned clothing. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com