Feng Yichen understood the meaning in her eyes and sighed softly, "Mo Mo, take care of yourself! Don't do stupid things again!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into the room like a gust of wind.
Long silently watched his disappearing figure, breathed a sigh of relief, dropped his hand, and the fragments slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a "pop" sound.
Feng Lenglie dropped the sword in his hand, strode to her side, pinched her slender wrist, his cold eyes slightly condensed, "Now, you are satisfied!"
Long Momo looked into his eyes, and the painful color kept spreading. The pain in his hands was less than one ten thousandth of the heartache when he looked at his injured eyes.
She hurt him, and her heart ached.
But now she couldn't speak or tell him that in fact things were not what he thought. She didn't save him because she loved him.
Ignoring the stinging pain on her neck, she stood on tiptoes again and kissed his thin lips with a sad arc.
Feng Leng felt her temperature, her fear, and her uneasiness with horror.
Her little hands caressed his handsome cheeks, and finally hooked up to his neck.
His hand holding his wrist suddenly let go, and he stood there blankly, quietly feeling this different kiss.
Long Momo held his hands behind his neck, and kept grinding her pink lips on his lips. She would not forcefully demand from her mouth like him, but would only clumsily bite his lips.
She wanted to smooth away the sadness on his lips, and this was the only way she could think of.
She knew that he liked this very much.
Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, she simply bit his lips and sucked hard.
Feng Lenglie was hurt by her, and her brows wrinkled slightly. Who did she learn this trick from?
But he had to admit that she succeeded, and the fire in his heart slowly melted away with her clumsy kiss.
After a while, he pulled her hands away from his neck and helped her stand up.
Long silently looked at his restored black eyes in surprise. His long eyelashes flashed up and down, casting a shadow on his lower eyelids.
He took a few deep breaths, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, took her hand, and asked her to sit on a chair to the side.
Turning around, he came to the bedside, fetched the medicine box that Long Momo had used to treat Feng Yichen's injuries, and walked up to her.
"Lift your head!" He ordered calmly, with a hint of anger in his tone.
Her watery eyes slightly raised her head, and she raised her head obediently, looking into his still a little breathless pupils with her clear eyes.
Feng Lenglie carefully inspected the wound on her neck. Although the wound was small, it was still bleeding. Fortunately, no blood vessels were injured. Apply some wound medicine and it should be fine.
He picked up a bottle of medicine and applied it carefully on her wound. The cold feeling came and relieved the stinging pain on Long Momo's neck.
"Don't do such reckless things again in the future. Your life is mine, you don't have this power." Feng Lenglie finished applying the medicine for her, threw the bottle aside angrily, turned around and walked out of the room.
Long looked at his leaving back silently, with disappointment flashing in his eyes. Was he really angry with her? He just left like this, probably to find He Lianxuan.
She lowered her head, there was mist in her eyes, and she was about to explode.
After a while, footsteps sounded, Long Momo looked up at the door, and saw Feng Lenglie coming back again, with a copper basin and a handkerchief in his hand.
She sniffed hard, he didn't leave, he didn't leave her alone, and he didn't go to He Lianxuan.
She watched him place the copper basin on the broken table, dip his handkerchief into the basin, then take it out and wring it out, and walked towards her.
As soon as he stood still in front of her, Long Momo immediately raised his little face, revealing his blood-stained neck, waiting for him to wipe it for her.
Feng stared at her coldly for a while, saw the hope in her eyes, and did not help her clean it up immediately until her neck became sore from lifting it and her eyes became dissatisfied.
He then took her little hand, put the towel into her palm, and coldly uttered three words, "Wipe it yourself!"
Then he turned around and left the room. Long Momo looked at the handkerchief in his palm, his mouth pouted in dissatisfaction, and he wiped it by himself.
She picked up the handkerchief Feng Lengzhi handed her and wiped it on her neck haphazardly. Whether it was blood or medicine, everything was wiped away by her.
Feng Lenglie went out for a while and came back, and saw her wiping her neck as if to relieve her anger, as if the neck was not hers at all.
He stepped forward, grabbed the blood-stained handkerchief, and shouted, "What are you doing?"
Long silently glared at him, turned his head to the side, not looking at him, 'Who told you to ignore me!'
Feng Lenglie was really defeated by her. He sighed, washed the blood-stained handkerchief clean, walked up to her, and carefully wiped the remaining blood for her.
"I'm just going to order people to prepare meals!" He looked helplessly as she looked stubbornly at the little face next to her.
Long Momo glanced at him secretly, was he explaining to her? The haze in her heart was swept away, and she happily enjoyed his tenderness.
After finally cleaning her up, he pulled her up from the chair and reached out to untie her clothes.
Long Momo pressed his big hand in panic, his eyes full of fear and confusion.
"I just want to help you change your clothes. Your clothes are already dirty." He stretched out his slender fingers and pointed at the blood stains on her clothes.
Long Momo lowered his head in embarrassment, she had misunderstood him again.
Seeing that she no longer stopped him, Feng Lenglie took a deep breath, his hands slowly came to her waist, and he gently untied her belt. Her clothes fell down like silk, and she was wearing everything from the inside out.
It's white, except for the aqua blue embroidered bellyband.
It was so afraid that it covered her roundness. Feng's cold eyes blocked her chest, and her breath was instantly suffocated.
Her small body was exposed to his eyes, and a certain part of his lower body changed size at an exaggerated speed until it swelled and hurt unbearably.
He turned around awkwardly and said in a panic, "You can change it yourself. I'll go see why the food isn't ready yet."
He left the room as if fleeing.
Long Mo blinked his big black grape-like eyes and looked at his panicked back in confusion, 'What's wrong with him?'
She had no choice but to take out another set of pure white clothes from the cabinet and put them on.
She walked to the bronze mirror and took a look. Her eyes were fixed on her beautiful collarbone and the faint tooth marks.
That was the mark Feng Lenglie had just left on her. Thinking of his fiery kiss just now, her face immediately burned, like a cooked shrimp.
"What are you thinking about, so lost in thought!" Feng's cold voice sounded, and Long Momo lowered his head in panic, like a cat that had been caught stealing fish.
