When Feng Miaolian noticed his rapid breathing, she suddenly realized that he seemed to be really trying to heal himself - as if he was really full of love.
She was shocked.
I don’t know why I had such a terrible thought.
Love!
Does Tuoba Hong still have love now? This even does not allow her to have any doubts - if not, why should he please himself? What is he worthy of his favor? Beauty, value, wealth and background? Even the Queen Mother's early years
The rest of the world is now in charge of the world and is very talented. What is the need for him to please and use it for himself? Besides love, what else is there? But! But!
Where is Feng Miaozhi?
What about inquiry?
She couldn't let herself think about it anymore, because he had already begun the wild impulse that made her confused...
The body is more honest than the mind.
When she hugged him tightly, the grudges and revenge in her heart turned out like clouds, as if the thin ice had never existed before.
Even when he got up and felt a chill on her body, she realized that she had been back for so long, from summer to winter, the early winter sun was almost without any temperature.
Then, it's spring again.
It's spring soon.
A thin layer of sweat on her face was lying down, her cheeks were flushed.
He lay beside her, hugging her tenderly.
At that time, only silence was flowing, just like the beautiful days of each other, full of deep affection and friendship.
It took a long time.
He reached out and carried her and lay flat on the bed, his movements so natural and gentle, just like he had done countless times.
At this time, she no longer refused, her body was soft and she lost the power to refuse. She just followed him, no matter what he did, she lost the power to his own power.
The burning box he brought in at first was almost extinguished.
He took it out and looked at it, walked out again, and after a while, he changed into three new boxes.
Feng Miaolian was about to get up, but was stopped by him again.