Jiang Tingting is really... She has already considered tearing his mouth apart.
Why does a young boy have a mouth!?
"I pretended to be you..."
Before Jiang Ting heard the dirty words, she was put on the horse in the air. Feng Limo rode up in a graceful manner, hugged her waist, and held the horse's rope.
The young man's breath is hot and his voice is low and magnetic.
"Sick boy, don't be angry. I'll take you for a ride on the grassland. You must have never seen the endless green sea."
Feng Limo didn't know what kind of crazy person he was, but the maid Ruomian had obviously told Jiang Tingting not to catch cold, but then he turned around and said that he wanted to take Jiang Tingting for a ride with him, as if it was unreliable.
Jiang Tingting really wanted to experience the exhilaration of running wildly on the grassland, so she didn't stop Feng Limo's movements, but she obviously overestimated her body...
The jet-black horse has four steady hooves, and there are two people sitting on the horse with flying black hair.
It feels really comfortable to face the wind. The wind behind me is Limo, and his face is filled with a warm smile, just like the rising sun on the grassland, full of vitality, warm and hot.
"Sick Yangzi, are you feeling better?"
As he spoke, Feng Limo lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Tingting, who was in his arms, with a glimmer of light under his eyes. The fragrant peach blossoms on this sick man's body really smelled good, and...
Feng Limo pursed her lips into a furrow, and his eyes fell on her snow-white neck. The tips of her ears were slightly red, and her arms moved slightly. She was really white and soft, her waist was soft, maybe she was soft everywhere... Jiang Tingting didn't respond to him. He lowered his head slightly, frowned, and breathed up and down. He covered his lips with a handkerchief, as if he was holding back something. The next moment, he seemed to be unable to hold back any longer, and coughed violently, as if his lungs were about to be coughed up.
It looked like it came out, and the veil was stained with bright red.
When Feng Limo saw this, his pupils shrank, his brows twitched, and he became a little panicked. He grabbed the horse rope and stopped, and put his hand gently on her back.
"Why are you still coughing up blood? You really can't blow the wind? Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
"..."
After Jiang Tingting calmed down his breathing and stopped coughing, he glanced sideways at Feng Limo.
Feng Limo felt strange about being stared at, so he tilted his head to look at her.
"Hey, why are you staring at me? Are you okay? Are you angry again? I didn't know you couldn't blow the wind... Can I slow down?"
The young man was really sincere, but I bet he didn't even listen to Ruomian's words.
Jiang Tingting said nothing. He leaned against Feng Limo and closed his eyes slightly, soothing the discomfort.
[323 (poke): Host, please don’t be angry, the little villain has such a short-tempered temper...]
Jiang Tingting said that she was not actually angry with Feng Limo. If she were angry, her fist would just fall down.
She hates it, she hates this suffocating body.
With warmth in his arms, Feng Limo's body was a little stiff. He lowered his head to see Jiang Tingting and ignored him, thinking that she was angry, so he couldn't help but feel a little upset in his heart.
Feng Limo pursed his lips. Seeing that her dull red lips were a little dry, he took off his cloak and covered her body. Then he was about to take off the water bottle from his waist, but thought of something and took back his hand...<
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This pot is not filled with water, but with wine.
Sick people must not drink alcohol.
The horse walked forward slowly, and Feng Limo spoke cautiously.
"Are you feeling very uncomfortable? We'll go back right away."
Jiang Tingting opened his eyes and shook his head.
"Not going back."
Just kidding, she finally came out to let loose for a while, why would she go back so soon?