This time, he was extremely awake. Seeing the clouds around him retreating like crazy, and his feet were empty, he felt a little weak. He subconsciously pulled Feng Xiaoxun's robe, for fear that he would be unhappy in the air to make her feel unhappy.
Throw it down and be a flying man...
"What? Are you scared?" Feng Xiaoxun looked at her slightly white face, then glanced at her little hand holding her clothes tightly. Her little dependence made him feel very happy.
His smile looked too bright, which made a warning bell ring in Fang Xiyan's heart. If she was too scared, it might even arouse the factors that made him play tricks, and let her take a roller coaster several times...
She calmly shook her head: "No, I'm not afraid, it's just that the wind is a little strong and a little cold."
Cold? Feng Xiaoxun glanced at her body. She was wearing only a thin skirt. It was indeed a bit cold to fly in the air like this...
As soon as he moved his finger, the red robe on his body suddenly covered Fang Xiyan, covering her whole body with only one head exposed: "What about this? Is it still cold?"
His red robe looked thin, but it was extremely warm when it covered her body. Fang Xiyan felt like she was covered with a fox fur mattress, warm and soft, especially with a smell of tea and flowers on it, which made her heart jump again.
I jumped and felt something strange...
This Demon Lord is really a life-threatening person when he is gentle! Did he regard her as someone else's sincere pursuit, or was this his new trick to torture her? Does he want to praise her to heaven first?
Smashed to the ground?
Fang Xiyan was a little confused.
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With the several "surprises" that Feng Xiaoxun gave her during the day, Fang Xiyan returned to that valley and returned to the bedroom where she lived for a few nights. When she saw the roses in the hall, she could still maintain it.
Calm, but the veins on my forehead jumped, and I couldn't help but sneeze!
I don’t know how many thousands or tens of thousands of roses are tied up in bunches, crowded together and filled the corners of the hall. Fang Xiyan almost got the red ones when she pushed the door of the hall.
The Rose Ocean was so dazzled that it was impossible to find a place to stay: "This - is this?"
Feng Xiaoxun smiled: "These are ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, how about it? Do you like it?"
Feng Qingyu once told him that men in that era generally liked to give flowers to girls they wanted, and they liked to give roses the most because roses represent loyal love.
Usually I give one, and those who have some money will give ninety-nine flowers, those who pursue special romance will give ninety-nine flowers, and those who have extra money will give ninety-nine flowers in one go...