Feng Xizi is very smart, and her intelligence makes men jealous and women feel inferior to her.
She is also very beautiful, and the stubborn clearing of the corners of her eyes and eyebrows is enough to make people fascinated.
She was only eighteen years old at that time, and she dared to break into his regent's palace, go straight in, and asked him to open a private bank account to the Feng family, and made a death pact that the Feng family would be loyal to Tian Che and never compete with him.
Maybe it was because this little woman was too calm and wise, maybe because her eyes were really menacing... In short, he agreed and made the Feng family the first and only private bank account in the Tianche Dynasty.
For five years, he watched with his own eyes how Feng Xizi expanded the Feng family step by step.
But now that the Feng family has the strength to compete with the imperial court, he has to guard against it...
Mo Zhilan's skin was tightly pressed against her thin gauze dress, and Feng Xizi could not escape it. The aroma that was so rich that it made her blood flow became even stronger. She bit her lips tightly and breathed hard, trying to maintain what was left of her.
Not much sense.
"I...I don't want to marry you! You...you vixen..."
Closing her eyes, she frowned and squeezed out the remaining words through her teeth, but they were already in pieces, "My life is in my own hands... Don't, don't let others force me!"
In her last life, she was helpless because she couldn't control her own life. In this life, no matter what, she would not allow anyone to force her to do anything.
"..." Mo Zhilan was silent for a moment without speaking, just staring at the pretty blushing face. Although her eyes were closed tightly, the look of reluctance between her brows was the same as when he first met her...
Between Mo Zhilan's crow feather-like hair and jade-colored brocade clothes, there is a trace of white and elegant crane neck, and the collarbone wrapped in silk robe... Between the silk gauze and the lining, a subtle fragrance flows...
Desire is gradually revealed under Feng Xi's purple quivering eyelashes like butterfly wings.
An unnatural blush appeared on her pink skin, and her body seemed to be clamoring for more... She clearly longed for Mo Zhilan, but she still maintained the last trace of clarity in her chaotic consciousness.
On one side was the raging desire, on the other side was the calm and prudent reason, constantly pulling at each other in her mind, a double torment of fire and ice.
Mo Zhilan has an aphrodisiac on her body, and there is also a cool air that can calm her down. The closer she gets to him, the more her passion overflows. The closer she gets to him, the cooler her body feels - drinking poison to quench her thirst, her blurred eyes look at it
Touching his white neck, the flowing texture of the dark fragrance was obviously tempting her. Without thinking, she stretched out her tongue and licked it.
A low sigh came from him, and she couldn't tell whether it was lust or helplessness, but she didn't take it seriously, and her pink and smooth lilac tongue gradually went down along his neck...
Mo Zhilan picked her up with his backhand, straddled him, raised her delicate chin, and looked into her watery eyes that were almost full of lust, "Zi'er, look at me."
Feng Xizi blinked her long eyelashes coquettishly, her whole body was clearly flooded with emotion and she was shaking uncontrollably, but she still gasped: "Don't...touch me!"
"Don't worry, I won't kill you here, but Zi'er, I want to punish you for your insincere words." The low and elegant male voice had a slight smile, and he gently took off Feng Xizi's silk skirt, revealing his exquisite figure in a plain single dress.
Delicate body.
"Mo Zhilan! Don't touch me..." Feng Xizi gasped, pushed his slender fingers away with difficulty, and fell weakly onto him, moaning softly.