She wanted to smile, but her eyelids twitched violently, and she swallowed water, "I...I don't remember. [26nbsp;]"
Rong Feng had a sullen face, looking at Su Miansan thoughtfully, and finally sighed, his brows relaxed, his handsome face full of gentleness, his fingers were long and strong, slowly brushing away the broken hair, and testing the temperature of his forehead,
"There's nothing I can do about you...then just think you're confused...just forget about it."
Su Mian raised his head in confusion. His expression was so sad. Could it be that something else happened when the people came back to find her.
She was speechless and lowered her head 2c "Rongfeng, I..."
"Don't talk, little sheep." He pressed his body against her back, his chest heaving and breathing steadily, "Have a good rest..."
The wind blew slowly, and Rong Feng's body was extremely warm. The hands he held around him became harder, and Su Mian's whole body froze.
What is this situation...
She knew very clearly what was the burning heat hidden in his robe and pressing against her from behind in his arms... Rong Feng... he... he... he was actually emotional towards her?!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
In that flash of lightning, many things came to mind.
'...Little Sheep, I like you; in case no one wants you now that you are so old, I happen to be free too, so why don't I save you and we can make do together.' Su Mingming was still smiling inappropriately at that time.
The thing is, he is so popular, how could he be tempted by him?
Impossible...
Su Mian struggled, there was absolutely no way Rong Feng would like him...!! Just now... it was just a normal physiological phenomenon! Brother Rong must have been without a woman for too long, so he is hungry and unselective! (There is such a way to describe a girl who ruins himself 7e)
Push it away.
Angry... I can't push it, why don't I pretend to faint?
Outside the tent, the night wind was blowing, whining and moaning... The sound of the wind seemed to be lingering on the ancient walls, and the sounds came in through the outside, which was quite strange.
Rong Feng couldn't help but let go of Su Mingmo, but still held her hand with nostalgia, and said in a deep voice, "Young Master Fu, please come in if you have something to do. It's so tiring to stand outside."
Su Ming was shocked, was Di Lin outside?
Sure enough, the door creaked.
Xin's long figure was bathed in a cold breath, seeming to blend in with the long dark night.
He walked in with extremely graceful steps, and gently opened the curtain with his slender white hands. The black coat became more dazzling under the dim light. Di Lin slowly raised his head and looked at Su Manmo without saying anything angrily.
He was actually watching from the outside. Su Mian was a little stunned. Such facial features and such amorous feelings made it impossible to read any emotion inside.
But only Di Lin knew how he could make others aware of his existence unless he wanted to.
Su Ming almost suffocated. She raised her head and looked into his eyes. Her throat was slightly hoarse because of the fever: "Look for me..."
Di Lin was still standing there, lowered his head, with doubts and a trace of confusion in his eyes.
Rong Feng suddenly stretched out his hand, held Su Mian's wrist and brought it into his arms. The distance between Su Mian and Su immediately disappeared, his body pressed tightly against Rong Feng's arms, and he patted her gently.
Face, "You little girl is sick, Master Fu naturally wants to come and see you."
It is probably because she is still alive after she is dead, so Su Mian certainly knows his own weight. Of course, he can just think about these things in his heart and cannot say them to Rong Feng.