Guo Wenying didn't know that the kind-hearted young man who supported her was her cousin. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She returned to the palace, stumbled and couldn't walk, and was directly carried into the Xiangxiang Garden, and after a while, the imperial doctor came, and Feng Jingting also followed.

When he saw Feng Jingqing's last look that day, he felt that his younger brother was interested in Guo Wenying, and usually, the people who interested him didn't end well.

Because he was afraid that something would happen to her in prison, he used all kinds of connections to get her out of prison first on the pretext that she was seriously ill and needed to recuperate. Of course, one of them also borrowed Chu Tang's light, I have to say that this aunt has more face than herself, she said that she wanted to release people, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the second prince did not dare not sell face, so by the way, he was able to get Guo Wenying out.

He originally wanted to wait for Guo Wenying to be picked up, let her stay in the house for a while, and wait for the gust of wind to blow before letting her out. didn't think about it, and something happened before I got home. He calculated Feng Jingqing's heart correctly, but he missed Feng Jingqing's interest in her, and he couldn't wait to make a move.

Fortunately, Guo Wenying's injuries were not serious, only a few bruises, a scratch on the calf, and a lot of blood was shed, but she was not bitten by a dog on her body.

Guo Wenying knew that the consequences of being bitten by a dog were very serious, and she might get rabies, and she was greatly relieved to hear that the doctor said that she was fine.

The only person in the house who knew that she was a woman was Feng Jingting, and he couldn't let people get close to her easily, and he wanted to smear her with medicine, but how could Guo Wenying be willing? She was really afraid that he would take the opportunity to touch her, and when the time came, she could only consider herself unlucky if she accidentally touched her.

The two of them grinded for a while, but he was too insistent, and Guo Wenying couldn't push him, so he had to let him drug his calf.

Rolled up the trouser legs, a blood stain had soaked the trouser legs red, the blood had already coagulated, and only a slight movement would affect the wound, Feng Jingting helped her lie down, and said in a low voice: "You close your eyes, don't think about anything, and feel better." ”

He used scissors to cut the hem of her trousers, gently wiped the blood with a warm and damp cloth, and then took the best gold sore medicine and sprinkled it on it, and then wrapped it layer by layer. Although he made up his mind not to touch her skin as much as possible, he still rubbed some of it inadvertently, and the tentacles were soft and slippery, which made him feel ape for a while.

Looking down at the little feet with the socks removed, greasy, white as jade, not wrapped, but a pair of heavenly feet, but also small and lovely. I couldn't help but ripple in my heart, thinking that if the two of them were happy/in love, the feet were on their arms, the jade and legs were swaying gently, and the little feet were arching sharply, I really couldn't tell what the taste of the soul was.

Guo Wenying's eyebrows were tightened because of the pain, and her little face was wrinkled, she didn't know what bad thoughts Feng Jingting was looking at herself at this moment.

He tilted his head sideways to look at her slightly, and saw that her chin was lowered, and the half of the snow neck exposed by the neckline had faded out of dark and light pink, with a handful of green silk on her head, and a cloud pile on the side, with his white hosta, white and lovely earlobes, reflecting the tiny fluff behind the ears, she couldn't tell a natural style, more amorous than the women he had ever seen, and dignified and noble, and a little bit of men's sassy and heroic posture, which was so beautiful that it made people itch.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but hold the jade foot that was placed outside the quilt in the palm of his hand, fiddle with it, rub it, and felt a hidden fragrance......

Guo Wenying felt uncomfortable, muttered, shrunk her legs back, turned over, and twisted her little face to the inside of the bed.

Seeing that Feng Jingting had been silent for a long time, she couldn't help but say, "Lord Wang, aren't you okay?"

"Alright, alright. Feng Jingting's mouth responded, but he only felt that the things under him were a little swollen, and they seemed to harden instantly.

I secretly thought to myself that Nuwa created people, but she wanted to divide them into men and women, and arranged for women and men to do such embarrassing things, I am afraid that it is because men are impulsive. It seems that he has been absent for too long, but after just touching it lightly one or two, he felt that his lower abdomen tightened. I haven't seen this for other women in the past, but for her, it's the easiest to think about it.

He admired her cleverness, admired her bravery, appreciated her ruthlessness, thinking of the way she fell in the snow today, in addition to pity and distress, there was also an inhumane secret thought, wanting to press her under him, wanting to ravage her, wanting to see her stubborn, ruthless little face because of his constant lust full of red tide, gradually dyed with the most vivid color, completely become his person.

As time goes by, his thoughts about her become stronger and stronger, but he has been suppressing it, constantly suppressing it, and always playing a good image of being reasonable and preferential to his subordinates. Only he knows that the longer this obsession is suppressed, the more intense the day will erupt in the future. It's just that I don't know if her body can withstand his stormy intensity?

Thinking of dirty thoughts in her heart, she inquired in a very gentle tone, asking her where she felt uncomfortable?

Guo Wenying was indeed a little thirsty, so she nodded and said that she wanted to drink water. Feng Jingting poured her a glass of water with his own hands, and watched her drink it dry in a few sips, because she drank too quickly, a few drops of water slipped down from the corners of her lips, and the ruddy little mouth became more and more delicate, making people can't help but want to kiss the water droplets a little bit.

He stretched out his finger and wiped it ambiguously on her lips, as if gently wiping the water droplets for her, and whispered, "You sleep for a while, and then talk about it later." These days, take care of your injuries, and everything has a king. ”

Guo Wenying bowed slightly, not noticing his abnormality at all, and secretly thought to himself that although he was not a good person, he was still good to useful subordinates. At least rescued himself from prison, and treated her injuries with his own hands, and he didn't work for him in vain.

Feng Jingting walked towards his residence with his upright object, and saw that it didn't mean to soften at all along the way, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. I can see it, but I can't eat it, and this feeling is too uncomfortable. If he doesn't find a woman to put out the fire, I'm afraid he won't want to live in peace all night today. I don't know if I will get seriously ill in this winter, pouring a bucket of cold water on my body?

Should I look for a woman, or should I pour cold water? He struggled all the way back to his dwelling.

Xu Mao stood at the gate of his courtyard, saw him coming, and hurriedly kowtowed, "I've seen the prince." ”

Feng Jingting asked, "Why are you here?"

"Back to the prince's words, the princess asked the servant to send an object to the prince's room and let the prince play with it. ”

Feng Jingting nodded, walked into the room, and as soon as he entered the door, he suddenly saw a bewitching woman sitting and waiting for him.

Seeing himself coming in, he hurriedly stood up and saluted, "The slave has seen the prince." ”

Feng Jingting suddenly remembered that the princess told him yesterday to send a maid over to collect the room for him, and the object Xu Mao said just now was not her. For royal families like them, maids are just objects.