In this moment, Fang Xiyan had already detected a very bloody family ethics drama based on the information she had. She became even more sympathetic to Feng Tianyi.
The shadow of that child seemed to flash before my eyes, and I sighed secretly in my heart. I don't know where that child has wandered to again? I shouldn't have been angry with him in the first place. I had promised to take care of him for the rest of my life, but I quickly broke my promise.
…
She was a little lost in thought. Feng Xiaoxun suddenly put his arm on her shoulders and smiled softly: "What are you thinking about again? Are you so lost in thought?"
His warm breath almost blew onto her ears, and Fang Xiyan's heart skipped a beat. Then she realized that he had been sitting side by side with her at some point, looking at her with a smile, his eyes sparkling as purple as gems.
Evil and profound.
She coughed and moved her body quietly: "So you don't care about him?" [
Feng Xiaoxun almost wanted to laugh, did he still need to worry about himself?
He narrowed his eyes and held her waist again: "Well, there is nothing to worry about. The only thing I miss in my heart is you." He said this loving words without blushing, and picked up the bowl of soup again: "Here.
, this soup is getting cold, drink it quickly." He couldn't help but approach her lips and threatened in a low voice: "If you keep trying to stop me, be careful that I feed you in a special way."
There was a trace of ambiguity in his low and magnetic voice. His arms were tightly attached to her waist, and the temperature of his skin was transmitted through the thin fabric. His body temperature was slightly high.
Fang Xiyan frowned slightly and sighed: "I'll do it myself." She took the bowl.
Feng Xiaoxun seemed a little regretful, but he let her go: "That's good. Drink!"
Fang Xiyan paused for a moment, then suddenly pursed her lips and looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "You can let me drink it, but you have to accompany me!" Her voice was delicate and crisp, her eyes were watery, with a hint of coquettishness.
meaning.
Feng Xiaoxun's heart moved: "How can I accompany you? I can't drink this soup."
"I'll drink soup, you drink bar? Do you dare to challenge me?" Fang Xiyan thought of a new trick.
Feng Xiaoxun's eyes flashed and he laughed: "What's so daring about this?! It's just a competition. How about you take a sip of soup and I take a sip of wine?"
Fang Xiyan snorted: "That won't work. My soup is much worse than wine. It would take you three glasses of wine for me to drink one sip of soup!"
Feng Xiaoxun didn't care: "Okay, let's do what you want."
He has a good physique that will keep him from getting drunk for a thousand cups. Even if this girl drinks all the soup, she will only drink two jars of wine in exchange for him.
To him, it’s a trivial matter!
As long as he can coax her to drink all the soup, it doesn't matter if he drinks two more jars.