In this dilemma, Feng Hao really understood why some monarchs in ancient times would favor one person and mislead the country and the people.

Walking to the bed, Feng Hao gently lifted the sheet and lay down beside her. Turning sideways, he looked at her blurred face, and was actually moved, leaned over and hugged her and kissed her.

Maybe he was too tired, Xia Yucheng rubbed in his arms, kissed by him, and didn't react.

Feng Hao raised his head slightly, stroked her cheek, and was about to turn over and leave her, when he was suddenly hugged by her waist.

"......," she whispered, "don't leave me ......"

This dreamlike whisper instantly ignited the fire that was forced under the pressure in Feng Hao's body. Running all the way, he slept very little, and he didn't think about squeezing her hard tonight.

But he had no self-control over this woman, and if she had taken the initiative a little more, he would have collapsed his sanity.

In the room, anything other than instinctively owning each other is superfluous.

He held her in his arms and plundered the city as much as he could, and she lay down under him, weakly cowering in his arms, half confused, half drunk.

She endured it groggy, feeling that she was spoiled by this man, so she wanted to use her last bit of strength to hold on to him, to hold on to him, to hold on to him firmly.

She is willing to linger with him, willing to let herself bloom like a flower under him, and bloom to the fullest.

"Hao ...... I love you......" Her slender arms ran under his armpits and hugged his back. In the darkness, a pair of misty eyes were filled with mist.

The man was silent, and the sound of heavy breathing echoed in her ears, and he used his body to express his love and doting.

The night is lonely and long......

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Breakfast was made by the wind and was simple, bacon eggs, toast and milk.

Xia Yucheng is not a picky eater, but he feels a little embarrassed, and yesterday he said that he would cook for him, but he didn't expect that this new day, he would eat breakfast made by him.

She looked at him with her bagel in her hand, and he was dressed casually, just a white cotton shirt and jeans. But such a simplicity also made him wear a noble, elegant and friendly taste.

In City A, you can hardly see him like this, because he is always dressed in a straight haute couture suit, and there is a little more sternness and arrogance in the elegance that people dare not approach.

"What do you want?" After reading the newspaper, he wiped his hands with a towel and took a sip of milk.

"Beard stubble......" Xia Yucheng looked at him obsessively, he still had a well-trimmed beard stubble, lined with his handsome facial features, and looked very manly.

"Huh?"

"You have a beard and stubble, and you are very manly......"

Feng Hao subconsciously wiped his chin and asked with a smile: "I used to be not a man?"

"No, I mean, you're more mature like this!" she quickly explained, if he wasn't a man, who would dare to say he was a man?

"It's good that you didn't use the word "old," Feng Hao drank the milk from the cup, "you can look around later, this is also your house." ”

"If a man like you is going to be self-indulgent, do you want people to live?" Xia Yucheng said with a smile while eating a bagel, "I didn't know you had a house here." ”。