"Last night, when I kissed you here, you didn't refuse. Now it's just a touch, so what does it matter?" Liang Sisi's tone was full of ridicule. He held her down and applied the last half.
Only then did he let her go and let her continue to be "lingering" with the quilt.
The sound of footsteps followed away.
Qianxun also broke free, filled with anger and no one answered her. She looked angrily at the empty room and angrily threw the pillow in her arms far away.
Feng Xing! Bad guy! There is no man who is more bad, sinister, and unstable than him.
Oh my God! She regretted it so much. Why did she have nothing to do that night? Why did she take an exchange coupon and go to the "Love Night Scorpion" to exchange for a man?
I didn't get the legendary supreme service, I didn't leave a perfect memory, but I got into such big and big troubles that I couldn't get rid of or hide from.
She was also misled by Chu Xuan. She really thought that Feng Xing had been kicked out of her as a civil servant in the ancient palace, and she was still obsessed with taking responsibility and taking care of him for the rest of his life.
Who would have thought that he was completely intact and bullied her vigorously, eating her up and wiping her clean, even refusing to spit out the bones and dregs.
She looked up at the sky with tears in her eyes. After being stunned for a long time, she climbed out of bed and picked up her pillow.
Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its own owner. How innocent the pillow is. If she is angry, she should just vent her anger on Feng Xing.
Just as he was thinking about it, the culprit opened the door and came back with a steaming meal in his hand, the aroma filling the air.
He glanced at Qianxun, who was obviously out of shape, and the corners of his lips twitched suspiciously, and his smile flashed away, "It's time to eat."
"Don't eat." Even if she was given dragon meat now, she had no excuse at all. Her stomach was growling non-stop, reminding her that she was exhausted and needed to replenish energy urgently. Qianxun turned a blind eye and ignored it.
Integrity and integrity are so important.
She would rather die than give in. She would never sit down and dine face to face with him just for a meal at this time, pretending as if nothing had happened.
Wrapping the towel tightly around her body, Qianxun slowly climbed out of bed, got into the dressing room on the other side, and slammed the door shut.
She never noticed that such a provocative gesture would never have been possible before.
Feng Xing touched the tip of his nose and arranged the food on the plate.
Then he came to the door of the locker room and took out a bunch of keys from his pocket.
How come he is so wise and powerful and knows things like a god?
He had guessed a long time ago that he might face the fate of being rejected, so he first went to your sister-in-law to get the key to the master bedroom and kept it with him for later use.
Look, doesn’t this come in handy?
"Qianqian, have you changed your clothes?" He asked in a gentlemanly manner, pointing the key in his hand at the keyhole and making preparations.
"I don't want to wear other people's clothes." Qian Xun's muffled voice came through the door panel. She looked at the dressing room filled with women's clothing and matching accessories, as well as dozens of pairs of shoes of different styles.
The anger surged up from nowhere.
Feng Xing deserves to be called Feng, a romantic Feng!
He must have brought girls to the manor often, so he was so well prepared.