Yan Haotian entered Feng Haitang's room with a tray, but found her sitting on the bed in a daze, her cheeks crimson and her expression in a trance.

Startled, he hurriedly walked to the window and reached out to touch her forehead.

The touch of the rough big hands made Feng Haitang wake up suddenly.

When she saw her sweetheart close at hand, Haitang was stunned, and then her beautiful face swelled with joy, "Haotian, you...... You're here?"

Yan Haotian put down the tray in his hand, looked at her worriedly, and gestured, "How are you?"

Feng Haitang shook his head, "I'm all right. ”

Between the two, there was an unbearable silence.

"Haotian, what are you ......?"

Feng Haitang finally mustered up the courage to speak, but Yan Haotian had already brought a bowl of porridge and put it in front of her.

"Eat something first. He gestured.

Feng Haitang's expression suddenly dimmed, and he clenched the porcelain vase hidden in the cuff.

Haotian really wanted to escape the problem between the two of them again.

He didn't want to mention it, he didn't want to find out, so he interrupted himself.

Maybe when his body is all right, he will try his best to push himself out again.

just gave her a light sentence: "I'm not worthy of you." ”

No, she definitely does not accept such an outcome.

Feng Haitang gritted his teeth, and his mind was full of Mu Yan's sentence "raw rice cooked and matured".

Her mind was so disturbed that when Yan Haotian cautiously asked her how the porridge tasted, she couldn't taste it at all, and just nodded mechanically.

Yan Haotian was slightly disappointed when he saw her careless appearance, but he immediately cheered up.

Think about how you can make it more delicious next time.

At this moment, Feng Haitang's low voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Haotian, you ...... Can you take a bite too?"

Yan Haotian raised his head, and suddenly looked at the autumn pupils of the upper wind begonia, and his heart fluttered.

The heat surged up his cheeks in an instant, but his skin was dark, so it was not easy to notice.

But at this time, his mind was already a mess, and he couldn't think at all, so he only opened his mouth obediently and took a mouthful of porridge from his little hand into his mouth.

The hot porridge entered his stomach, but he didn't think about it, and he couldn't taste what the porridge tasted like at all.

Suddenly, a quiet aroma hits the face.

Yan Haotian's heart jumped suddenly, and when he looked up, he found that Feng Haitang's face was close at hand.

The woman's snow-white and tender skin, as well as the pale pink petal-like lips, are close at hand.

Yan Haotian only felt that in the depths of his body, there was a flame burning hot.

The astonishing heat flowed through all parts of his body, eventually converging somewhere in his lower abdomen.

"Haotian ......" Feng Haitang's hand wrapped around his neck, and his wet and warm breath, with a hint of softness that she would never usually show, lingered out, "Haotian, you...... Like me?"

The mystical medicine poured into the bowl of porridge was not only eaten by Yan Haotian, but also eaten by Feng Haitang.

Yan Haotian's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and it took a long time to regain a trace of consciousness and nodded.

Feng Haitang smiled softly, her eyes like silk.

She slowly lowered her head and gently touched the man's somewhat chapped lips, "Haotian, do you want me?"

Boom!

Yan Haotian swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Reason was frantically telling him that he couldn't desecrate Begonia, he couldn't touch her before the wedding night, no, no!

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