Yu Liu didn't say anything, but just moved her body, and the heat in her lower body got closer to Feng Yao. Feng Yao felt the heat on her face and spat: "Get up quickly!"
"Yaoyao, I want to kill someone!" Yu Liu's voice was calm. Although there was no murderous intent, what he said was very serious.
Feng Yao was silent. She always felt that Yu Liu was too strange today. What happened? It had only been more than an hour since she left the house.
"What happened? You even opened the wound. Don't you know you can't remove the gauze now?" Feng Yao's tone was a little serious, but it was not difficult to hear the concern and nervousness in it.
Yu Liu didn't answer. After a while, a muffled voice came from Feng Yao's neck, "Someone sent a painting today." The warm breath sprayed on Feng Yao's neck, and a numbing feeling spread throughout the body.
The whole body made her tremble slightly.
When she heard Yu Liu's answer, she thought there was something wrong with the painting, so she asked, "What painting is it?"
"It's your portrait."
Feng Yao lowered his eyes and said nothing. A portrait aroused Yu Liu's anger? Just like the letter last time? Are these all written by the same person?
"I also wrote a poem. I recognize the character. It belongs to Yu Min!"
Feng Yao was stunned by this news. Yu Min drew her portrait, wrote a poem, and sent it to Yu Liu. No wonder she was so jealous.
Feng Yao didn't know what to do. Yu Liu couldn't help but get angry when he saw that Feng Yao hadn't moved for a while. He moved his big palm down along his slender waist. Feng Yao was startled and hurriedly blocked Yu Liu's downward hand.
Said: "Didn't I tell you that you can't do it now? What are you talking about?"
Yu Liu seemed to be angry, his black eyes were filled with anger, and his face instantly darkened. He glared at Feng Yao and said, "What am I kidding about? You haven't tried it, how do you know I'm not good at it?"
Feng Yao suddenly had a headache when she saw Yu Liu misinterpreting her words. Why didn't she know that men could be so messy?
"Yu Liu, your injury is not completely healed yet..." Feng Yao couldn't help but explain patiently. She knew that Yu Liu was an arrogant and domineering man, but even so, he still kept her
She takes it more seriously than anything else. She seems to understand that kind of mood. Because it is at the top of her heart, she cannot tolerate any blasphemy from others, even if she is remembered.
Although Yu Min likes Feng Yao from before, after all, her body and identity are hers now, and she is the one being entangled. It is normal for Yu Liu to be angry.
When Yu Liu heard what Feng Yao said, her face turned darker. She immediately stopped talking, got off Feng Yao, and lay on the inside, with her back to Feng Yao.
Feng Yao couldn't laugh or cry. Is Yu Liu going to have a cold war with her?
"Yu Liu..." Feng Yao stretched out his hand to break Yu Liu's body. At this time, his upper body was bare and his back was facing her. Because his body was slender, Feng Yao could clearly see his butterfly bones.
Yu Liu didn't answer, but her breath was slightly heavy.
Slightly cold fingers gently traced the skin on Yu Liu's back. Feng Yao hugged Yu Liu sideways and said softly: "Yu Liu, don't be angry, okay? It's you I like..."
Yu Liu's body trembled and became a little stiff.
This was probably the first time in Fengyao's previous life that she had lowered her profile to coax someone. Even her former brother, she had never done this before.
After a while, Yu Liu snorted coldly and said dissatisfied: "You just like it?"