Feiyue fell in love with him easily in her previous life. Before he could find out, she loved him to die, to the depth of love, to the humbleness of love, to the loss of self...
He thought it was easy in this life, but he didn't expect to kick it hard on the iron plate!
She was clearly right in front of her, but the distance between her was as if she was thousands of miles away. He didn't know how to get closer, but she didn't bother to get closer and was getting farther and farther away...
Although Feng Xiaoxun has always been romantic and often has beautiful women around him, almost all the beautiful women are chasing him. He is only responsible for picking and choosing to meet his physiological needs. Even though he fell in love with Fei Yue later, at the beginning,
It was Feiyue who chased him-
He had never pursued a girl. Facing Fang Xiyan, although he wanted to be with her very much, he didn't know what to do to make her fall in love with him again-
He moved his eyes away from Fang Xiyan, took a vermilion fruit and stuffed it into A Zi's mouth: "Be good, eat it."
The vermillion fruit tastes delicious. A Zi cherry lips gently bit it through. The light red juice dyed her lips as crystal clear as dew, making her heart as sweet as honey...
Feng Xiaoxun's love for her for more than an hour also made her feel excited. Her courage became much bigger. She glanced at Fang Xiyan next to her and suddenly burst into laughter. Her hand gently wrapped around Feng Xiaoxun's waist.
He said in a delicate voice, "Mr. Demon Lord, since this person is your captive, she is not worthy of wearing the noble green. Let her change her clothes, don't waste this color..."
Fang Xiyan originally held the wine pot and sneered in her heart, thinking that she missed the green?
What she hates the most now is this color! If it is not for clothes without other colors, she will not wear them even if she asks her to wear them!
She said lightly: "I hate this color too. I am still grateful for your Lord Demon Lord returning my original clothes to me and letting me change my green skin!"
Feng Xiaoxun's face changed, and the smile that had been hanging on his face suddenly disappeared. He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you really hate green?" His voice was cold, like ice.
"Not bad! What I hate the most is this color!" Fang Xiyan pursed her lips. She always forced anyone to wear clothes of one color. Even if she didn't hate that color, she would still be under the influence of rebellious psychology.
Become extremely annoying-
"Bang!" The golden cup in Feng Xiaoxun's hand was squeezed out by him, and the wine flowed down his palm. He looked at Fang Xiyan coldly, without saying a word for a long time, and murderous aura appeared and disappeared in his eyes...
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Fang Xiyan was too lazy to see him again. She had been forced to serve the wine here. Could her preferences be forced to be forced?