Chapter 20 Are you mocking her for not being attractive enough?
"What are you going to do?" Feng Jiuer wanted to push him away.
Di Wuya just hugged her gently and blocked all her escape routes.
The strength she had lost was gradually gathering, but it still couldn't resist his casual hug.
The disparity in strength between men and women is obvious.
She was hugged by him like this. Judging from her current condition, this posture was so ambiguous that it would make people blush.
"Let go!" Feng Jiu'er has never been so frivolous by a man in her entire life, except for the Ninth Prince last night.
But the Ninth Prince was obsessed with the medicine at that time, and he didn't do it on purpose.
But now this man clearly meant it!
She struggled hard: "Let me go!"
Di Wuya casually pushed, and Feng Jiuer's body was pushed over by him, with her back facing him.
His long arms went around her from behind and pulled her into his arms.
The smell of Feng Jiuer's body really calmed him down, and the surging blood energy that had tortured him for so many years gradually subsided.
Di Wuya closed his eyes, his body and mind had never felt so relaxed.
Feng Jiuer really didn't know what he wanted to do. He obviously took off her clothes and rolled her on the bed with her in his arms. However, other than holding her, he didn't do anything inappropriate.
He even seemed to be asleep?
Is this a mockery of her being too ugly and not attractive enough to arouse his impulse when she is in his arms?
What does it mean?
However, him falling asleep was not a bad thing for her at least.
She carefully tried to push him away, but she didn't expect that Di Wuya's arms hugged her so tightly. Even after pushing for a long time, she couldn't move her at all.
The meridians injured by his internal force had not fully recovered, and after pushing for a while, Feng Jiuer also felt sleepy.
It's just that it's very uncomfortable to be held in the arms of a man who is so unfamiliar that he can't even see his face clearly...
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At dawn, Feng Jiuer woke up in a carriage. When she woke up, she was wearing clothes.
The carriage was placed on the flat ground at the back of the mountain. When I opened the curtain, I saw that the surrounding area was deserted.
But she quickly recognized that this was the back mountain of the Feng family.
Unexpectedly, he was sent to this place again.
The worst thing is that she doesn't even know when she was put on clothes or when she was sent here.
Where has the vigilance that I cultivated in the past gone?
Jumping out of the car, Feng Jiuer was surprised to find that not only her muscles and veins were healed, but her body even had a warm breath.
Someone had used Qigong to heal her injuries! Could it be that it was Emperor Wuya, the lord of the Tianzun Sect?
That man doesn't even want to be seen. Who is his true identity?
Looking up at the horizon, Feng Jiuer no longer hesitated and walked quickly to the back door of Feng Mansion.
On the top of the mountain in the distance, a slender figure stood facing the wind.
The mountain wind blew up his long hair, brushing against his peerless handsome face, and his alluring color made everything around him lose color.
"Your Majesty, she has gone back." Yu Jingfeng glanced at Zhan Qingcheng, and then looked at the slender figure fading away at the foot of the mountain, still feeling a little uneasy.
"Your Majesty, you use your identity as Lord to see her. If you are recognized, we..."
Before he finished speaking, a dark shadow flashed before his eyes, and he saw the Ninth Prince waving his long sleeves and turning around to leave.
How can he question what the prince does?
It seems that in the future, a little girl like Feng Jiuer will appear in the prince's life from time to time.
But I don’t know whether this is a blessing or a curse for the prince?
Looking again at the direction where Feng Jiuer's figure disappeared, Yu Jingfeng sighed, turned around and chased Zhan Qingcheng.
