When Xin Moge saw that Feng Yu had woken up, his movements were no longer cautious and he no longer deliberately suppressed. He knew very well in his heart that he still wanted to "want" the person under him. At the same time, his body was also very clear. He just felt that no matter how he "wanted", it would not be enough.
, just can’t let go of her “love”.
"You..." Gradually, Feng Yu came to her senses completely, and then she suddenly felt that Xin Moge entered her deeply again under her body. She couldn't help but groaned, and instinctively wanted to close her legs. Unbelievably,
Look at Simogo on his body.
The night is still very long...
The spring breeze is lingering inside the house, but the cold wind is blowing outside.
Dead branches and leaves swayed fragilely back and forth in the night wind, leaving mottled shadows on the ground.
In another courtyard, Liao Zen opened the door and walked out of the room, walked to the courtyard, and looked up at the crescent moon in the sky.
Cang Yueyu had promised him when he first approached him that as long as he did this for him and lured Xin Haoyan out, he would let him see Shangguan Feihong. But today, Cang Yueyu didn't need to give in. He himself
He saw it directly, but he couldn't figure out how Shangguan Feihong could be with Xin Haoyan again? The look in her eyes when she looked at him, Liao Chan still remembers clearly to this moment, does she really hate him so much?
However, he regretted it. He really regretted it. He wanted to tell her face to face and tell her personally, hoping that she could forgive him.
"Master Liao Chan, it's already very late. You're not well yet, so you can't let the wind blow." The servant who stayed in the courtyard to wait on him saw him and stepped forward and said to Chan.
Liao Chan came back to his senses immediately, but the white figure in his mind still lingered. I wonder if she is asleep now? As long as he thinks of her being with Xin Haoyan at the moment, he can't calm down no matter what, sleeves
The lower hand clenched unconsciously.
"Master Liaochan?" Thinking that Liaochan didn't hear him, the servant who came forward couldn't help but call out in a low voice.
"Okay, thank you for your concern, donor." Liao Chan tried his best to hide the expression on his face, and calmly replied to the servant who came forward and spoke again and again.
The servants couldn't stand the word "donor", but they had gotten used to it over the past few days, so they said no more and bowed down.
Liao Zen looked at the crescent moon in the sky again, clasped his hands and began to silently recite the four words "Amitabha" over and over again, trying to use this method to temporarily suppress the demonic obstacles that kept pouring out from deep in his heart, forcing himself not to go away yet.
If I want to go to Shangguan Feihong, I force myself to erase that figure in my mind first, force myself to be calm, force myself to think about everything in the long term, take it step by step slowly, force... "Pfft..." Suddenly, under excessive suppression
, a large mouthful of blood suddenly spat out without any warning, Liao Chan's complexion turned pale in an instant, and in the end, not only could he not suppress the demonic barrier in his heart, but he was severely counterattacked by the demonic barrier.
The secret guard guarding outside the courtyard gate had already seen Chan walking out of the room, but he did not step forward to disturb him like the servants did.
Hearing the sound coming from the courtyard and seeing Zen suddenly vomiting blood, the secret guard guarding outside the courtyard suddenly changed his expression and quickly stepped forward.
After Liao Chan vomited blood, he staggered back a step. The string of Buddhist beads in his hand suddenly broke, and the beads rolled away like jade from the jade plate, falling to the ground in an instant.
"Master Liao Zen, how are you?" the secret guard hurriedly supported Zen and asked.
