She struggled subconsciously for a moment, her head tilted back slightly, trying to avoid his kiss first.
Feng Xiaoxun's lips slipped and he smiled: "Since you think it's a dream, what should you hide from?"
His voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of forbearance.
The moment he hugged her, Feng Xiaoxun discovered unexpectedly that his man's heroic spirit had recovered-
Her breath, her soft lips, and her tender skin were as sweet as ever, and it was the smell he was dreaming about, and it was what he longed for the most now...
"Xiyan--" He sighed and kissed her lips again...
Fang Xiyan's body shook slightly.
Xiyan? He called herself Xiyan? In his past dreams, he never called her name, even if he called Fei'er, which made her wake up in sweat...
It was almost a French kiss. After a while, he looked up with unfulfilled desire, but saw Fang Xiyan not knowing when she opened her eyes wide. Because of the passionate kiss, her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water, and she was as intoxicating as a shimmering lake.
, but her eyes finally became clear: "You - you are really... not dreaming..." Her eyes seemed surprised, unbelievable, and seemed to have a touch of indescribable things...
Feng Xiaoxun kissed her lips again: "Idiot, it's true." He held her wrist and asked him to stroke his face, feeling the heat, the truth, and smiled softly: "You always dream.
It's time to me?" I suddenly felt better.
He knew that Fang Xiyan would often dream about spring at this time, but as far as he knew, the man she dreamed of when a woman who was pregnant with the flesh of the Qingqiu fox tribe was her favorite man...
…
It turns out that this girl loves her so much! It’s a good thing she ran so resolutely and so fast! It caused him to suffer for so long...
Fang Xiyan's pretty face turned slightly red. She looked at her handsome face that was magnified and could not be pushed away, and her heartbeat was like a drum.
After leaving for so long, I realized that this embrace was always extremely thirsty. I hoped that I had re-entered the embrace and smelled the familiar fragrance of tea and flowers on his body. I didn't know whether it was joy or sourness and gurgling.
Reason made her want to break away from this embrace that should not belong to her, but the stirring emotions made her reluctant to let go. She struggled for a while, and she pursed her lips: "But...but I'm not
Your Fei'er." Her voice trembled slightly. Even if she liked him, she would not want to be someone else's substitute again...
"I know." Feng Xiaoxun sighed lowly and hugged her tighter: "You are Xiyan, Fang Xiyan, I only love you now."
Fang Xiyan opened her eyes wide in disbelief. The surprise came too quickly and too anxious. She almost didn't believe it: "Then...what should you do with your Fei'er? You - you have come to this era,
No, don't you go and look for it?"
"No need to look for it." Feng Xiaoxun shook his head. He was the Demon Lord, and only followed the deepest desire in his heart.
What he most longs for now is the little woman named Fang Xiyan in his arms. Although he knows that she is not Feiyue, the feelings he bet on her now are no different from Feiyue. Fang Xiyan gives him the feeling that Fei is also
The feeling of the moon……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………