Both hands tightly grasped the fabric at his waist, unable to exert any force.
She could only tilt her head to avoid him, and the two of them seemed to be playing a trick of him chasing her away.
Fu Ling could feel that there must be a lot of marks on her neck: "Quickly let go."
It wasn't until there was a hint of sob in Fu Ling's voice that the man raised his buried head.
Seeing the tears hanging from the corners of Poria's eyes, Feng Qiming directly pressed it on and took a sip.
Then he let go of her, but only a little further away, and the hands around her waist were tightly held and did not let go.
The voice was hoarse, and the thoughts in his eyes were not concealed at all: "Why are you crying? Don't you like me doing this to you?"
Then his voice changed, and his tone was cheerful again: "But I like it."
Fuling rolled her eyes at him, which was not intimidating at all. On the contrary, it made the heat in Feng Qiming's eyes deepen even more.
"You weren't like this before." Fu Ling's Feng Qiming was gentle and gentle.
Instead of taking advantage of it like now, she couldn't help but resist.
Fu Ling felt the vibration in his chest, Feng Qiming smiled, his eyes filled with fondness: "If you liked me before, then I would just pretend to be in front of you."
"That's not true." Fu Ling sulked, wondering why this person was so shameless.
Feng Qiming held her in his arms, his hot breath spraying on the corner of her mouth: "Why isn't it true? It's all me."
At this moment, the aura around him changed completely, with a tone that could not resist: "Fu Ling, you came to me, since you did not become the crown prince, then you can be my queen, you can only be my queen.
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Fu Ling suddenly felt strange and thought of what Sui He said to her.
Feng Qiming thought Fuling was worried about something, and the two of them touched their foreheads: "Don't worry, there will only be you in the harem from now on, and no one else."
When Fu Ling heard this, she frowned and subconsciously thought that this person was talking cleverly: "Funny words."
Indeed, when any woman hears this sentence, she will subconsciously feel happy in her heart.
But Poria was just the opposite. She only felt a chill in her heart. From ancient times to the present, no king has ever felt like this.
Now this person is using sweet words to coax her, which is no less than a big lie to Fu Ling.
Feng Qiming sighed helplessly: "I know you don't believe that a girl who can grow up with my sister, how can she be an ordinary girl."
Fu Ling didn't say anything, the two just hugged each other quietly.
"If you don't believe what I say, then let time prove it. When this incident is over and the world is at peace, we can become lovers."
Feng Qiming couldn't wait to see that scene coming.
There was no joy in Fu Ling's heart, so she pushed him and said, "Let's talk about the future later. You can eat your food first."
Feng Qiming did not refuse at this moment: "Okay."
He held her hand and walked over.
The two of them sat there for a while, although Feng Qiming took the lead, Fu Ling half pushed and half let him.
Now she doesn't think so much, just take it one step at a time. Fu Ling admits that he does exist among her.
In this case, she will not deny this relationship, but she only longs for one person for the rest of her life.
From the moment she fell in love with this, she might have anticipated the ending.
Looking at the person pillowing on her lap, Fu Ling subconsciously touched his head, as if coaxing a child to sleep.
I didn't notice that the corners of Feng Qiming's mouth were slightly raised, as if his plot had succeeded, which was exactly the same as Feng Wu's ghostly and outdated expression.