On the eighth day of October, the autumn sky is high and cloudy, and the petals of the marigolds in the courtyard are somewhat hanging, as if they are asleep. The large trees in the courtyard sway in the early morning breeze with their bodies.

The autumn morning is slightly cool. Zhao Fengyao felt that his body was a little cold, he moved, and suddenly touched a body next to him.

He reached out and probed, the warm, soft touch on his palm tensed his nerves, and then he opened his eyes. Looking at the person sleeping in the crook of his arm, his whole body seemed to have been struck by lightning.

Zhao Fengyao hurriedly propped herself up, looking at Zhuo Yijia who was sleeping next to her, with a slight flush on her face, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes were like thin wings of a light cicada, she leaned sideways, facing Zhao Fengyao, with one hand on his waist, breathing evenly.

Zhao Fengyao felt as if something in his heart had been shattered, and then his heart beat faster, and he felt that his whole person was about to burn. Dry mouth and overwhelmed.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed his head vigorously, what happened last night???

He thought about it, but he couldn't think of anything. Zhao Fengyao lowered his head and looked at the green silk hanging down by himself, which fused with the green silk of Zhuo Yijia spread out on the soft pillow, merging into a pool of black water. He pursed his mouth tightly, lifted the quilt a little with his face tensed, and what came to his eyes was Zhuo Yijia's full of bruises and kiss marks.

didn't have time to look more, he immediately put down the quilt very cowardly.

The action was too big for Zhuo Yijia, who was lying down, to snort. Zhao Fengyao's body seemed to have been struck by lightning, his eyes widened, and then he immediately lay down and closed his eyes.

Later, Zhuo Si woke up and asked him what was going on, but he really didn't know how to answer.

Zhuo Yijia sighed, his sleeping brow furrowed, and then his eyelashes trembled. His body moved slightly. The aches all over her body made her gasp.

The subconscious vigilance made her open her eyes immediately.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhuo Yijia's mind couldn't keep up. She first blinked her eyes and looked at Zhao Fengyao lying in front of her, and then endured the severe pain in her body, propped herself up, and the green silk that was spread on the ground hung up with her movements.

Looking at Zhao Fengyao, who was sleeping soundly with even breathing in front of him, Zhuo Yijia's heart suddenly fell, as if he had fallen into a cliff in a dream, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Then the hand supporting the body was frightened, and it was directly planted back into Zhao Fengyao's arm.

Zhao Fengyao was smashed by Zhuo Yijia's suddenly soft body and snorted, and then his body moved, turned around, and unconsciously put his other hand on Zhuo Yijia's body, and his thigh was raised, which was also on Zhuo Yijia's waist.

The whole person will completely encircle Zhuo Yijia in his arms.

Naked, naked.

Rao is no matter how happy and angry she is on weekdays, and no matter how Taishan collapses in front of her and her face does not change, the scene at this time is also too frightened to move.

In the past and present lives combined, no matter how powerful she is, she is just a virgin who doesn't know how to bed.

He didn't even listen carefully to Zhao Fengyao's breathing.

She bit her lip and gently lifted the thin quilt embroidered with big red mandarin ducks. Looking down, the bruises on his chest and the twin peaks that were close to Zhao Fengyao, his ears were red, and his face immediately turned red. Zhuo Yijia swallowed his saliva fiercely, stretched out a hand and put it on his chest, desperately pressing the heart that was about to pop out of his throat. I took several breaths in a row.

The warm and rapid breath slapped on Zhao Fengyao's face, and the originally tense face couldn't help but slightly hook the corners of his lips.

It's just that this slight hook of lips was not captured by Zhuo Yijia, who was already panicked. She just gasped and tried to move back.

Before Zhuo Yijia moved back to a finger's distance, Zhao Fengyao's body directly pressed forward and pressed tightly on Zhuo Yijia's body.

Zhuo Yijia had a big red face and immediately didn't dare to move more. It's just that the heartbeat is faster. She looked at Zhao Fengyao's face seriously, with a straight nose, and a good wheat-colored skin when she looked closely, and slapped Zhuo Yijia's face with a breath.

The breathing became heavy, and Zhuo Yijia only felt that something on his thigh was against it. Zhuo Yijia stared at Zhao Fengyao tightly, and her entire thigh began to tremble.

Zhao Fengyao also knew that he couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, so he snorted and opened his eyes slowly.

The eyes are facing each other. Zhao Fengyao looked at Zhuo Yijia and blinked at a loss as if he hadn't reacted.

"It's none of my business, it's none of my business. Zhuo Yijia immediately stretched out his hand and shook it at Zhao Fengyao, who had just opened his eyes, and then retreated back, wrapped in the quilt to break away from Zhao Fengyao's embrace, and hurriedly explained while retreating: "I don't know what's going on." ”

said that he didn't know, but Zhuo Yijia probably thought of a wine banquet last night.

She wrapped her body in the quilt and stepped back, but let the quilt on Zhao Fengyao's body also pull to the side. The whole person was exposed naked.

Zhuo Yijia hurriedly turned his head away, and immediately lifted the quilt on his body a little and put it on Zhao Fengyao's body.

Zhao Fengyao looked at the retreating body in front of him, and then stared at her closely, with affection on his face, and said, "You ......"

"Zhao Fengyao, don't speak. Zhuo Yijia interrupted Zhao Fengyao's words, she turned her body over, lay flat, and took a few deep breaths with her eyes closed.

There was silence in the room for a long time, and then she opened her eyes with a much calmer heart, and without looking back, she looked at the embroidered Lotus on the top of the bed net.

She narrowed her eyes and looked down at the quilt on her body. The two mandarin ducks embroidered on it frolicked on the red quilt.

Her flustered heart began to sink.

Getting heavier and heavier.

She turned her head to look at Zhao Fengyao. Zhao Fengyao also looked at her. Zhuo Yijia turned around, but he didn't know what to say for a while. She pursed her lips and swept her gaze, and sure enough, at the foot of the bed, she saw two sets of clothes that had already been put on hold.

Zhuo Yijia propped up her body that was about to fall apart, her eyes swept over her unbearable chest, and her whole face turned red and black, black and red.

The smooth back was blocked by a black and bright green silk, she stretched out her hand, scooped up a set of undershirts at the foot of the bed, put a set on her body, turned sideways and lowered her head to bypass Zhao Fengyao and got out of bed.

Zhao Fengyao also propped herself up, looking at Zhuo Yijia's back, graceful and jade, her black and bright hair like a waterfall, sprinkled behind her, swaying gently with her steps.

Zhao Fengyao hooked his lips, and also raised his hand to take a shirt at the foot of the bed, then paused, turned his head to look at the shirt worn by Zhuo Yijia, put it down again, took the shirt that was on the shelf, lifted the quilt, and got up to put it on his body.

While tying the strap, he inadvertently swept over the lifted quilt and his eyes fell on the sheets. looked at her a little red, turned around, and looked at Zhuo Yijia standing by the bed. Zhao Fengyao's heart had already softened into a puddle of water.