Her face suddenly turned red. He also looked at her, stunned. This was something he had never seen before. He put on light makeup and light red lips, but he covered his delicate body under the blue Taoist robe, in a beautiful way.
A sensation of holy spirit, with a slight temptation in her makeup; even when she breathed, he remembered the idiom called "Exhale as orchid" - Oh, Fangfei, she is so, so beautiful!
Does she dress up specifically for herself?
Women are tolerant of those who please themselves.
His face turned red and his heart beat like a boy who had been to the meeting for the first time. It turned out that this was called a date.
This was the first time in half a month that the two of them were so happy without any grudges. She immediately helped him and came to the garden outside the East Palace.
A short section of the road could not accommodate two beating hearts. He greedily breathed the fragrance of her body's powder, and even forgot the fresh air outside. All of this was so beautiful that this powder put her worldly
He became more confident in the fireworks of the fireworks - she is Feng! Feng! Isn't it? Only then did he realize that Feng is such a wonderful name.
She is Feng, and she has no name or surname.
Fangfei, where is Fangfei?!
Only Feng. He even suspected that when his father thought of this name, he was ready.
"Miss Feng..."
She was surprised that he had never called her like this when two people were two. However, his tone was not a warning or reminder like Luo Jia, but full of intimacy.
He repeated again, his voice almost soft enough to drip out of water: "Miss Feng!"
This time, she understood more clearly. But when she saw his happy eyes, she suddenly smiled: Ah, Miss Feng! Then let’s Miss Feng.
Fangfei, it would be better to die in the temple and disappear with the temple. From then on, she was just a Feng family, a lay disciple, and a free woman.
It was almost winter, and the fruits of the various fruit trees in the garden, the fruits of the past have disappeared. Only those red oranges are swaying in the cold wind, and they are simply bright and bright. The two of them breathe in big mouthfuls.
The fragrance of the garden orchard, especially the fragrance, is like a wild horse that has broken away from its reins, so refreshing and happy.