She struggled subconsciously, tilted her head back slightly, and first avoided his deep kiss.
Feng Xiaoxun's lips slid smoothly, and he kissed her jade-white neck again, nibbling her beating carotid artery, and chuckled: "Since you think it's a dream, what are you hiding from?"
His voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of forbearance and hoarseness.
The moment he held her in his arms, Feng Xiaoxunbu unexpectedly discovered that his manliness had been restored.
Her breath, her soft lips, and her soft skin are as sweet as ever. It is the smell that he dreams about, and it is what he longs for most now... His whole body aches with longing [
"Xi Yan" he sighed softly and kissed her lips again...
Fang Xiyan's body trembled slightly.
Xi Yan? He called himself Xi Yan? He never called her name in his spring dreams in the past. Even if he did, it was Fei'er, which made her wake up in an instant, sweating profusely...
It was almost a French passionate kiss. After a long while, he raised his head with unfinished thoughts, only to see Fang Xiyan's eyes widen at some point. Because of the passionate kiss, her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of moisture, and they were as intoxicating as a rippling lake.
, but her eyes finally became clear: "You, you are actually real... you are not dreaming..." Her eyes seemed surprised, unbelieving, and seemed to have something inexplicable...
Feng Xiaoxun kissed her lips again: "Idiot, of course it's true." He held her wrist and let her touch his face, feeling the heat and reality, and smiled softly: "You always dream.
Come to me?" My mood suddenly improved.
He knew that Fang Xiyan would often have erotic dreams at this time, but as far as he knew, when a woman who is pregnant with Qingqiu Fox Clan's flesh and blood has an erotic dream, the man she dreams about is the man she likes the most in her heart...
It turns out that this girl also loves him so much! Fortunately, she ran so decisively and quickly! She caused him pain for so long...
Fang Xiyan's pretty face blushed slightly, her heartbeat was beating like a drum as she looked at the handsome face in front of her that was enlarged but still closed.
After being away for so long, she realized that this embrace had always been what she desperately longed for. Now that she was in this embrace again, smelling the familiar fragrance of tea and flowers on his body, she didn't know whether it was joy or sourness that bubbled up in her heart, and her rationality gave way to her.
She wanted to break away from this embrace that should not belong to her, but the turbulent emotions made her reluctant to let go. She struggled for a while, and her eyes turned red at some point, and she pursed her lips: "But...but I am not your Fei.
Son." Her voice trembled slightly. Even if she liked him again, she didn't want to be someone else's substitute anymore...
"I know." Feng Xiaoxun sighed and hugged her tighter: "You are Xiyan, Fang Xiyan, I only love you now."
Fang Xiyan opened her eyes wide in disbelief. This surprise came so quickly and urgently that she almost didn't believe it: "Then... what about your Fei'er? You have already come to this era, no,
Aren’t you going to look for it?”
"No need to look for it." Feng Xiaoxun shook his head. He is a demon king and only follows the deepest desire in his heart.
What he longs for most now is the little girl named Fang Xiyan in his arms. He knows that she is not Feiyue, but the feelings he is investing in her are no different from Feiyue. Fang Xiyan also feels Feiyue to him.