"Xuanyuan Fanyi, you crow's mouth!" Nan Nan glared at him angrily, seeing that although his face was pale, his spirit was recovering well, she felt slightly relieved, "Is this how you treat your savior?
"
"Hey, Miss Nan Nan's great kindness, Xuanyuan Fan has nothing to repay." After taking a few glances at Nangong Yu, knowing that he would not die, Xuanyuan Fan immediately returned to his playful nature. He had already learned from Uncle Fu
The whole story made me feel even more grateful to Nan Nan. "How about I pledge my life to you?"
"Bah, you are good for nothing, marry you and go home to waste my food!" Little girl Nan Nan raised her head proudly and glanced at Nangong Yu on the bed with pride, "Are you any better than my husband?
"
"Well, it's really the same thing." Xuanyuan Fan pretended.
"What?" Nannan's curiosity was also aroused.
"I'm older than him."
Nan Nan guarded Nangong Yu almost every step of the way, never leaving anyone behind in anything, and she never left her side for the whole day.
When Nangong Yu woke up, she saw Nan Nan asleep lying on the bedside. She was probably too tired, so she threw on a piece of clothing randomly. She didn't sleep peacefully, and her long eyelashes trembled from time to time.
The little hand was still holding her big palm tightly.
Nangong Yu's eyes softened, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He moved his body, trying to pick her up, but this movement touched the wounds on his body, and he couldn't help but frown.
"Ms. sir, are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" This small movement woke Nan Nan up. As soon as she saw Nangong Yu waking up, her face suddenly lit up and she pulled him up and down to ask him if he was okay.
stop.
"I'm fine," Nangong Yu moved slightly inward, pulled Nan Nan, and she fell onto the bed. He hugged her tightly from behind, "Lie with me for a while."
Nan Nan knew that he felt sorry for her, so she gave a sweet smile and slid into his arms. She was petite, leaning in her arms like a child. She was so small, and Nangong Yu felt incredibly soft in her heart.
He felt that she was like the apple of his eye, and he wished he could hold her in his hands all the time.
"Mr. sir." Nestled in that generous and warm chest, Nan Nan's eyes and brows were like peach blossoms in March, her smile was full of beauty, and she couldn't help but call him.
"Well, what's wrong?" Nangong Yu held the small ball of softness and fragrance in his arms, with a satisfied smile in his eyes.
"Ms. sir." Nan Nan didn't answer his words, but just called him again, sticky, soft, coquettish, and full of coquettishness.
Nangong Yu chuckled, moved by her childish movements, he lowered his head and captured the fresh red lips.
In the quiet night, the moonlight filtered in softly, and its faint layer vaguely covered the pair of lingering people on the bed.
Her breathing was a little messy, and her hair was a little messy, and gradually, they became entangled with each other.
There was a small and trembling touch from the place where the skin touched, and little by little, it gradually spread to the heart.
The kisses left deep and shallow marks on Nannan's jade-white skin, which were ambiguous and enchanting, like red plums blooming in the snow, cold and captivating.
Nan Nan drowsily and subconsciously reached out to hug him, but inadvertently bumped into Nangong Yu's injured chest. The newly bandaged wound could not withstand such force, and Nangong Yu couldn't help but let out a low groan.
"Xuanyuan Fanyi, you crow's mouth!" Nan Nan glared at him angrily, seeing that although his face was pale, his spirit was recovering well, she felt slightly relieved, "Is this how you treat your savior?
"
"Hey, Miss Nan Nan's great kindness, Xuanyuan Fan has nothing to repay." After taking a few glances at Nangong Yu, knowing that he would not die, Xuanyuan Fan immediately returned to his playful nature. He had already learned from Uncle Fu
The whole story made me feel even more grateful to Nan Nan. "How about I pledge my life to you?"
"Bah, you are good for nothing, marry you and go home to waste my food!" Little girl Nan Nan raised her head proudly and glanced at Nangong Yu on the bed with pride, "Are you any better than my husband?
"
"Well, it's really the same thing." Xuanyuan Fan pretended.
"What?" Nannan's curiosity was also aroused.
"I'm older than him."
Nan Nan guarded Nangong Yu almost every step of the way, never leaving anyone behind in anything, and she never left her side for the whole day.
When Nangong Yu woke up, she saw Nan Nan asleep lying on the bedside. She was probably too tired, so she threw on a piece of clothing randomly. She didn't sleep peacefully, and her long eyelashes trembled from time to time.
The little hand was still holding her big palm tightly.
Nangong Yu's eyes softened, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He moved his body, trying to pick her up, but this movement touched the wounds on his body, and he couldn't help but frown.
"Ms. sir, are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" This small movement woke Nan Nan up. As soon as she saw Nangong Yu waking up, her face suddenly lit up and she pulled him up and down to ask him if he was okay.
stop.
"I'm fine," Nangong Yu moved slightly inward, pulled Nan Nan, and she fell onto the bed. He hugged her tightly from behind, "Lie with me for a while."
Nan Nan knew that he felt sorry for her, so she gave a sweet smile and slid into his arms. She was petite, leaning in her arms like a child. She was so small, and Nangong Yu felt incredibly soft in her heart.
He felt that she was like the apple of his eye, and he wished he could hold her in his hands all the time.
"Mr. sir." Nestled in that generous and warm chest, Nan Nan's eyes and brows were like peach blossoms in March, her smile was full of beauty, and she couldn't help but call him.
"Well, what's wrong?" Nangong Yu held the small ball of softness and fragrance in his arms, with a satisfied smile in his eyes.
"Ms. sir." Nan Nan didn't answer his words, but just called him again, sticky, soft, coquettish, and full of coquettishness.
Nangong Yu chuckled, moved by her childish movements, he lowered his head and captured the fresh red lips.
In the quiet night, the moonlight filtered in softly, and its faint layer vaguely covered the pair of lingering people on the bed.
Her breathing was a little messy, and her hair was a little messy, and gradually, they became entangled with each other.
There was a small and trembling touch from the place where the skin touched, and little by little, it gradually spread to the heart.
The kisses left deep and shallow marks on Nannan's jade-white skin, which were ambiguous and enchanting, like red plums blooming in the snow, cold and captivating.
Nan Nan drowsily and subconsciously reached out to hug him, but inadvertently bumped into Nangong Yu's injured chest. The newly bandaged wound could not withstand such force, and Nangong Yu couldn't help but let out a low groan.