Xia Yucheng looked at the two plates of food that had been placed in front of him, and nodded: "Yes!

He was pleased with her words, reached out and held her in his arms, leaned down and kissed her delicate lips deeply.

Gradually, the kiss grew harder and crazier, almost snatching her breath.

……

Feng Hao's skills in making Western food are indeed good, and Xia Yucheng is very face-saving and eats all the food on the plate.

At night, as usual, Feng Hao was busy with the computer, while she closed her eyes and slept.

It may be that she slept too much during the day, she tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep.

After a while, she sat up and suddenly said, "No, I can't sleep, I'm going to find a book to read!"

With that, her person had already jumped out of bed.

"What book do you want to read?, I'll get it for you!" Feng Hao looked up at her.

"I'll go find it myself! You're busy with you! Isn't it safe here?"

Feng Hao thought for a while, nodded and said, "Go ahead!"

Since they left City A, they have basically been inseparable. He was not at ease, but he was afraid that being too nervous would arouse Xia Yucheng's suspicions.

After all, she didn't know what she had been replaced.

……

The study on the first floor is large and decorated in a purely European style, with a small sitting area with sofas and a whole wall of bookcases.

She first walked to the desk and opened the desk drawer very casually, most of which contained some World Geographic magazines from more than ten years ago.

She took it out and looked at it, and the pictures taken in the geographical magazine were very beautiful.

She has always felt that the works in these geographical magazines are very exquisite, and when she was a student, she also bought them and went home to read them.

It's just that this kind of magazine is expensive, and although she likes it, she rarely buys it.

Sometimes when I go to a bookstore, I will stand in front of the counter that sells magazines and go to read them.

She remembered that Feng Hao had said that she liked photography, and that some of the pictures in the magazine had been marked.

I couldn't help but smile at the corners of my lips, presumably these are the works that Feng Hao has taken in the past, otherwise what would I do if I mark them and keep them.

Xia Yucheng left a magazine and put it on the desk, and put the rest back in its place.

Walking to the bookcase, she began to rummage through the books she was interested in, and after a while, she took out an English version of Alexandre Dumas's "Viscount Bragellona".

Previously, she had seen the movie "The Man in the Iron Mask" based on this novel, so she also wanted to see the original book, closed the bookcase door, and she went upstairs with books and magazines.

As soon as I walked up the stairs, I saw Feng Hao hurrying as if he was going downstairs.

"Is something wrong?" she hurriedly asked seeing that he looked uneasy.

Feng Hao shook his head, the moment he saw her, his tense nerves had relaxed: "Why did you go for so long?"

Xia Yucheng hurriedly hid the books and magazines behind him: "Aren't you worried about here? Then why don't we go back? Otherwise, we can go to Kyoto!"

Feng Hao's expression sank obviously, but he quickly regained his calm.

"Will go back, but not now!" he said, putting his arm around her and leading her back to her room.

Entering the house, Feng Hao let go of her, walked to the sofa and sat down, and put the computer on his lap again, but his mood could not be calmer.