Feng Wan didn't dare to move any longer.

She stiffened her body, dared not turn around, dared not move, and felt the big hand covering her lips extremely warm, and then she asked tremblingly: "You, why are you..." Because her lips were covered, her voice was vague and soft, and it sounded soft. She felt the warm breath she spoke, and felt the soft touch touching her palms as the lips moved, making the palms numb, and it was indescribable to feel comfortable, and it made people blush and heartbeat. Wei Ziyang subconsciously stopped.

He just withdrew his hand and just came into contact with the cold air, he felt a little regretful. So, without thinking, he stretched out his palm and continued to cover her lips.

Feng Wan didn't know that his heart was changing. Seeing him covering him again, she thought she was afraid that someone would hear him. She had always been honest and simple, but she had never experienced such romantic events. Thinking of herself soaking naked in a bucket, a man stood behind her. She was so embarrassed that she was so embarrassed. Feng Wan's heart was so irritating that she felt her face burning and her mind was messy.

After a while, she was speechless and said in a trembling voice: "You go out first."

Similarly, because his lips were covered, he muttered vaguely as soon as he said this, and I wonder if Wei Ziyang could hear it clearly.

The person behind him did not answer, but the breath he was breathing was a little burning.

After a while, he complained in a muffled voice and finally came, "You are, too." His breathing was a little thick and his voice was a little messy, "I'm here for the second time, and you don't even push me if you want to take a shower."

Listening to his tone, I should have known for the future that he was coming.

Feng Wan was panicked, confused and laughed and cried.

In the steam, she felt a burning heat in the vest and couldn't help but whisper: "You go out for a while." She begged, "I'll be fine soon."

Once again, because my lips were covered, my spitting was unclear.

The boy didn't say anything.

Feng Wanxiang sank again in the water. After a while, the hot water soaked her jaw.

Seeing that she was still sinking into the water, she lowered her head and looked wet, as if she was about to drown herself in the water. Wei Zi was squeaking her voice, "If you shrink back, I will lift you up!"

Let it go? It's awesome!

Feng Wan was shocked, and she quickly moved but didn't dare to move.

With a blushing face, Feng Wan suddenly remembered that he could not cover his mouth, so she reached out to try to pry it apart.

But she knew that her little hand had just reached out of the water and had just broken towards his hand. Almost suddenly, his other one stretched out, tightly holding her hands.

Behind him, his breathing became even more rapid.

When Feng Wan found that her hands were being controlled, she was in a state of chaos. She stammered and called out: "General Wei," as soon as the three words "Guess Wei," the boy got stuck back, "Call me Ziyang." His tone was firm.

At this time, call him Ziyang, isn’t it burning oil on the fire?

Holding the shame, Feng Wan murmured, "Zi Yang," as soon as he spit out these two words, he replied softly, "Yeah." His voice was soft and he was happy.

Feng Wan blushed and continued, "Ziyang, I, I am a married woman." What she wanted to say was that with my identity and appearance, you should not be hungry.

Wei Ziyang covered her lips with his hands, as if he was addicted to covering it. He rubbed it gently, feeling the softness of her lips with his palms, and the sound he spitted was also low and steady, "I knew it, why did you say such nonsense?"

Is this nonsense? Feng Wan wanted to cry again. She swallowed her saliva and quickly thought about the words with her dizzy brain.

At this moment, Wei Ziyang's low and hoarse voice murmured, "Awan," he seemed to lean against her involuntarily, and the warm breath he exhaled was plunging on her naked neck, "Your skin is so beautiful."

This was his first time praising her.

Feng Wan was so ashamed that before she could speak, Wei Ziyang's extremely innocent and tender voice came, "I want to touch it..." He was never a humble gentleman, and as he spoke, the hand covering her lips had already moved away and turned to her jade neck.

He touched it very carefully. First, he stretched out his fingers and weighed it, and then his whole palm was printed on it. Then, he even put his lips on, and the wet and hot breath he exhaled clearly pounced on Feng Wan's skin.

Feng Wan said anxiously: "No." Maybe she was speaking too quickly and was too confused. Her voice was a little hoarse, with crying voices.

The big hand, which was printed on her neck and gradually moved toward her back, paused.

The boy seemed to have froze, and he was motionless.

Feng Wan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and she begged: "You go out first, okay?"

This time, the boy answered neatly, "Not good."

Feng Wan was anxious. She blushed and didn't know whether to continue crying or beg for his good.

I don’t know how long it took, but the boy leaned over.

Before he knew it, his face pressed against her naked neck, and the warm breath he exhaled intertwined her breath. The boy gasped and said, "Awan, I, I..." He blushed, as if he was unable to speak, and after a while, he said, "Can you touch me?"

Maybe he never thought that he would say such a thing one day, and as soon as his voice fell, he would froze. Just when Feng Wan was shy, restless, chaotic and anxious, and didn't know what to do, he suddenly let Feng Wan go like a frightened bird, and bounced out of the window like a crane.

There was only a light bang sound, and in a blink of an eye, the young man had escaped and disappeared.

This sound was quite loud at night. In a blink of an eye, Fu'er's voice came, "Madam? Madam?"

Feng Wan was looking out, and seeing that there was nothing outside the window, she covered herself with her clothes and got up to close the screen. Hearing Fu'er's scream, she took a deep breath and complained in a calm tone: "Why don't you close the door? A cat jumped around just now, which was very terrifying."

Fur did not doubt it, and quickly responded respectfully: "Yes, yes, I will go and keep it tight."

Feng Wan was not in the mood to take a shower. She wiped her body randomly and said, "Forget it, I'm not interested." She hurriedly put on her clothes.

After putting on, the lights were still on outside. Although Yue Niang was making a fuss, the servants who repaired the courtyard did not stop. Feng Wan put on wooden shoes and walked out slowly.

After glanced at Fu'er, who was beside him, Feng Wan said lightly: "No need to follow." She stepped out.

After walking aimlessly for a while, Feng Wan came to the backyard of his house. Here is a wall, and there is an alley outside the wall.

Feng Wan looked up, looked at the two-meter-high wall, and smiled bitterly: You are not short either, why did he jump around like nothing?

While thinking, she reached out to close the window and thought: I will ask someone to nail this window to death tomorrow.

No dreams all night.

What Feng Wan didn't expect was that early the next morning, almost as soon as Zhao Jun left the house and was still washing up, the driver rushed over.

When he saw Feng Wan, he saluted her, glanced at Fu'er but didn't say anything.

Feng Wan waved her back and asked, "What's the matter?"

The husband must come.

He bowed and presented a wooden knife and said, "Madam, this is from the Wei Mansion." Feng Wan took it blankly.

The knife was very rough, and it was made randomly. Feng Wan saw the hollow hilt at first sight. She reached out and buckled it, and took out a small note.
Chapter completed!