She certainly didn't know that in front of him, she didn't have to do anything, just stayed quietly by his side, and he was already satisfied and everything went well.

He will do the rest.

He dragged her in front of him, rolled over and pressed her, and gently stroked her face: "Whatever you want, just tell me, I said, as long as you want, as long as I can!"

There was a faint mist in Xia Yucheng's eyes, and her heart was washed by the warmth and doting of men. She looked up at him, affectionate and passionate.

He said that he only wanted to be her husband, and he only wanted to be the father of her children!

She didn't speak, but conveyed her heart with her actions. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. In the next second, she was fiercely suppressed by the man who was breathing heavily, and their chaotic breathing blended together.

At this time, the best way for them to appease each other is the most primitive emotional communication between men and women in the earthly world.

Hug, kiss, possess, take......

Not for a moment!

……

In the early morning, a ray of light squeezed into the room through the cracks in the curtains.

Xia Yucheng is awake, if it was before, she was tossed by the wind for most of the night, and she always couldn't wake up in the morning.

I don't know if it's to recognize the bed, or if she's really upset, but she's awake most of the time.

But she didn't dare to move, and she didn't dare to open her eyes, afraid that the man who was sleeping with him tightly in her arms from behind would be woken up by her breath.

"Awake?" Behind her, a scorching breath stuck to her sensitive neck, "Wasn't you tired of being so enthusiastic last night?"

The dark and deep voice has the power to bewitch people's hearts, light and soft, but it can move people's hearts.

She turned her head to look at him, her handsome face, her eyes were dark, and the corners of her mouth were raised, as if she had seen the cherry blossoms in March.

……

The morning sun shrouds Barcelona like a silent beautiful landscape painting.

It's still in the restaurant opposite the bar, and it's still in that location, Xia Yucheng is eating Spanish fritters, and Feng Hao is looking down at the newspaper.

"Hao, how many languages do you speak?"

Feng Hao put down the newspaper in his hand and thought about it for a while: "Not much, only seven or eight kinds......

She was so kind and simple, he didn't want her to know that all his skills were to make his enemies die before him.

To put it bluntly, one more skill means one more capital for a challenge and the ability to escape.

Xia Yucheng looked at him in surprise: "God, is my future husband the legendary scholar?"

"You look at me like this, I mean I'm very stressed!" he smiled lightly, picked up the milk and took a few sips of it, "Have you eaten well?

Her eyes flashed when she heard the words "going back", but then she realized that he meant to go back to the small hotel. In an instant, his expression darkened.

Leaving the restaurant and walking in a secluded alley, Xia Yucheng felt as if he had a hundred thousand whys in his head.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at the man next to her, and what she was most worried about was that because she had credulously believed in Lu Licheng, she had brought disaster to him.

Feng Hao seemed to see through her thoughts, and the little hand he held was a little cold.

"Orange Orange, I'm your man, so even if it's involved, it's my burden and responsibility. With that, he let go of her hand, and his arm went around the back of her neck, holding her tightly.

Barcelona is a famous tourist city, and they spend most of their time in small rooms except for three meals a day.