"I hate you but you still react?" Nan Fengyu said with a deep smile.
"That's just the reaction of this body, not mine," Ye Qingmian said directly in desperation.
"What does this mean?" Nan Fengyu smiled slightly, "Is it possible that your body and your person are separated?"
Ye Qingmian closed her mouth speechlessly, knowing that she couldn't explain it to Nan Fengyu.
Seeing that she had not said a word for a long time, Nan Fengyu became even more interested. He gently pried open her tightly closed lips, slid in unexpectedly, and pushed her down on the bed with force on his hands.
I don’t know when it started raining outside. It was clear and clear, and the sound of small raindrops could be heard faintly.
In the room, Nan Fengyu's movements were very hot, and Ye Qingmian passively accepted them.
"I'm going to die." After the lingering, Nan Fengyu lay on Ye Qingmian's body and gasped.
"Why do you say that?" Although Ye Qingmian didn't want to pay attention to him, he always felt that his words were strange, so he couldn't help but say something.
"Because you are so beautiful, you are so passionate, I can't control you, baby" Nan Fengyu said affectionately and warmly
Ye Qingmian's face couldn't help but turn red, and he said in a low voice, "Your other concubines are equally enthusiastic."
"This is different. You are different from them." Nan Fengyu kissed her forehead again.
"It's not the same as they are all women." Ye Qingmian seemed a little depressed, but she didn't know why.
Nan Fengyu lowered his head and looked directly into Ye Qingmian's calm eyes. They were still as light and calm as water, without any ripples. They were not at all like the cheerful look on his eyebrows and eyes when he went to other concubines.
But there is another kind of smell, that kind of smell makes him feel real, real like the bright and blooming chrysanthemums in autumn, so pure, but so beautiful
Nan Fengyu took a deep breath, frowned slightly, thought for a while, as if he had made up his mind, and said in Ye Qingmian's ear: "You... don't listen to your father's words
"
"What do you mean?" Ye Qingmian was secretly shocked.
"You understand in your heart, why bother asking me?" Nan Fengyu said softly, with a gentle smile on his face.
"You should always advise him, and stop it in moderation. Otherwise, something will really go wrong. Although I really want to forgive him for your sake, I am afraid that the overall situation will force me to do nothing at that time."