"Friend, there is no need to say thank you!" Yu Wenche patted him on the shoulder. When he saw Li'er still biting his arm, he was surprised: "She hasn't let go?"
Feng Qingran's eyes were calm, without the solemnity just now, and she said softly: "I understand what personal pain means!"
When Yu Wenche heard this, he laughed and said: "Feng, you have fallen into the hands of this woman, and you are hopeless!"
"Both each other." Feng Qingran's eyes turned dark and dull.
Perhaps, he must have a love debt in his life that cannot be repaid...
He raised his eyes and said with a guilty look on his face: "Also, I'm sorry..."
"No, it's not your fault." Yu Wenche was stunned, with a wry smile on his handsome face, "There are some things in the world that cannot be forced."
＊＊＊◆＊＊＊○○【Slight smile☆Pear vortex】○○＊＊＊◆＊＊＊
Fengqing Pavilion.
A maid with a good face walked from the corridor carrying a bowl of medicine. From far to near, she walked to the door of a room and knocked gently.
Inside the room, the man's low magnetic voice came, "Come in."
She calmed down, arranged her clothes, opened the door, and walked in...
What caught his eye was a handsome and handsome face that was astonishing to a country. Cong'er felt her face getting hot and her heart beating fast. She couldn't remember how many times she had seen the young master. He often appeared in her dreams.
He is a dream that she cannot touch...
Every move of the young master makes people feel like spring breeze, especially the smile on his lips, which will take her breath away.
"Sir, the medicine has been cooked. Let Cong'er serve this girl and take it!"
When she approached the young master, she couldn't believe that the woman on the bed bit the young master's arm and fell asleep. She was shocked and said: "Young Master, your hand..."
Feng Qingran raised her eyes, and Bai Xixiu put his finger on his lips and said: "Shh! Put them all on the table, you get out first!"