Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Xia Yucheng looked around and asked Feng Hao in a low voice: "You say, will there be someone here who wants to hunt us down?"

"There won't be!"

"How do you know?" she said, skeptical.

Feng Hao picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth elegantly, and replied with a smile: "If I don't even know this, do I dare to bring you here?"

The people of the Phantom Alliance have a sensitivity to danger, because in order to win the opponent, the first thing is to put yourself in a safe environment.

Over the years, he has maintained a sense of alertness and sensitivity to the breath of death, allowing him to quickly sense danger and recognize it.

"Don't worry, I'm here, I won't let anything happen to you. Feng Hao smiled and stretched out his hand to cover the back of her hand, his eyes were firm and reassuring.

……

In the middle of the night, Xia Yucheng woke up from a dream, tossing and turning, and had difficulty sleeping.

If it had been before, Feng Hao would have been awakened by her and gently asked her what was going on. But at this time, the sound of even breathing in his ears indicated that the man next to him was asleep.

She gently propped herself up, raised the pillow, and leaned back on the head of the bed. The room was so dimly lit that she couldn't really see anything.

Such a quiet night, in a foreign country, evoked the thoughts she had hidden in her heart, and then a certain place became soft, sour, with stinging, and her eyes were inexplicably moist and hot.

She is homesick and misses her relatives in City A!

An arm slowly reached over and wrapped around her waist, and then Feng Hao leaned his head over and rested on her lower abdomen.

Xia Yucheng's heart warmed, and he followed his example, stroked his head with his hand, and then patted his back.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you're sleepy? Do you want to do something...... Something else?" in the darkness, the man's mellow voice was like an intoxicating wine, stirring up a certain undercurrent of emotion in the silent night.

Xia Yucheng laughed in a low voice, her body trembling slightly, and Feng Hao hugged her waist tighter.

"You're holding me like this, like a child!" she said.

He reached inside her clothes, stroked her sensitive waist, and then slowly went up, grasping the soft spot.

"Isn't it a child, don't you know?" After resting for a while, it was dark in the room, and Feng Hao caressed her body, her throat was dry, and somewhere in her body suddenly tightened and hurt.

"Hao ......" she leaned back and murmured softly.

A man who has been suppressed for several days has terrible desires, and the lusts that have not been relieved in his body are burning so much that he is about to explode.

He propped himself up and covered her, his lips and tongue chasing and tangling with her......

Xia Yucheng was already jerky in love, and at this time he was furious with his fanatical caresses and kisses, and kept shouting his name: "Hao...... ......"

Unable to be satisfied, she sobbed like a child, her body trembling and squeezing into his arms.

The tranquil fragrance passed by, and he subconsciously grabbed her slender waist, pulled her body into his arms, and rubbed the soft skin under the thin fabric with his palms uncontrollably.

"Orange Orange ......" his voice was low and hoarse, with a strong taste of love, "I would like to know what the treatment of the king is?"

His face was pressed against hers, and the kiss fell to the corner of her mouth, and his big hands pulled off their clothes......

Xia Yucheng's skin was stained with a layer of tempting powder because of burning desire, and she clasped his shoulders weakly with both hands, and her mouth was unbearably low.

She didn't know what a king's treatment was, but she knew that he was her king.