Next to him, he laughed and took her into his arms. Their bodies were close to each other. Feng Xie's hands went around the back and gently stroked Jian Yao's smooth back. His fingertips slid across the towering butterfly bones and he couldn't help but frown.

frown.

"Girl, you are too thin!"

Jian Yao pushed away her arms and stood up, reaching out to light the candle on the bedside table. The darkness in the room suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding area was filled with warm light. Jian Yao turned his back to Feng Xie and lifted up his long hair.

Pick up and hang down to the side of the shoulder, comb it gently with your fingers, and look at Feng Xie's tent. The ghost king's tent is very simple. Except for the eye-catching and warm fur on the couch, it is the floor of Wulu directly above the desk.

The picture is the most eye-catching. Feng Xie is leaning against the bed, and the blanket has been pulled down to expose his strong chest. He looks at Jian Yao's bare back, a little stunned, and the slender back evokes his pity for the vicissitudes of life. His fingers trace along

Her beautiful neck slid down and stopped on the right side of her shoulder. There was a piece of blood-red wrinkles the size of an egg. The lines seemed to be spreading all around, a trace of them, giving people a vague premonition.

"What's this?"

Feng Xie pressed there hard. Jian Yao turned his head in surprise and folded Feng Xie's palm with his hand.

"What?" she asked.

"What is that red thing?" Feng Xie's words were a little nervous. Jian Yao's heart sank, and he held his breath and asked, "How big is it?"

"Smaller than an egg, uh... not all of it, just pieces, like some kind of pattern."

Jian Yao's hand dropped, and she put down the long hair on her shoulders. The waterfall of black hair completely covered her back, as well as the beautiful butterfly bones and red markings. She extinguished the candle before turning around, and slowly turned her head in the darkness.

Stick it on Feng Xie's chest.

"It's okay, there are some side effects of taking the medicine." She said, but Feng Xie asked suspiciously:

"What medicine?"

"tonic!"

Reaching out to cover Feng Xie's chattering mouth, she took the initiative to kiss his sensitive Adam's apple. Feng Xie shuddered, and then he hugged her tighter, his lips slid over her shoulders and stayed in the white jade chest, unwilling to leave.

go.however high

In the midst of the tide, Feng Xie seemed to hear Jian Yao's voice softly ringing in his ears like a dream: "Feng Xie, if that day comes, I want you to always remember that the me you saw and loved, she still

Standing in the first and most beautiful time..."

Feng Xie returned to the dream he had when he was a child, and the flowers in the dream were still delicate and fragrant. He was a little panicked. Since he became an adult, he has dreamed of that scene less and less, until it disappeared completely. But now that the dream has returned, it means

What?

"Yingzhao!" The familiar voice appeared in his ears again, still as clear and crisp as the wind chimes under the eaves, making people feel intoxicated. He turned around to look for the woman, but there was no sign of the woman. Suddenly, his waist felt hot, and he felt

Being hugged tightly.

"Haha, I caught you, you must be scared!"

The hot breath sprayed on her waist when she spoke, warm and moist. Feng Xie saw his hand slowly stroking her black hair. At this moment, she was raising her head, and Feng Xie's heart suddenly became nervous. The face in the dream and Jian Yao's

Slowly they overlap, the same golden eyes shine with innocence and kindness.

The sound of wind lingered in his hair, and he watched her face slowly blur, leaving only a pair of clear eyes, and the face was his illusory imagination. She was not Jian Yao, so who was she? He couldn't help but,
Chapter completed!