Feng Zitong looked at him fixedly and didn't speak for a long time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Yanhuang's face was calm, but his heart was beating fast.

Just when his heart was full of joy and was about to be poured into ice cubes by Feng Zitong's silence.

Feng Zitong suddenly stood up, and her red lips were firmly reflected on Mo Yanhuang's thin lips.

Her kissing technique was clumsy, but she still tried to pry his lips and teeth open, sticking out her lilac tongue and running in.

Prove it all with your actions!

Mo Yanhuang was unprecedentedly stunned at this moment, when he took the initiative to kiss the little thing before, she resisted, only this time, it was she who took the initiative!

Obviously, such a clumsy kissing skill is very bad, but she is so bad that he can't stop.

Mo Yanhuang smiled, his eyes were full of pampering, he closed his eyes, he put his big palm on the back of Feng Zitong's head, and gradually turned passive to active.

This kiss lasted for a long time, until Feng Zitong felt that her oxygen was about to run out, Mo Yanhuang reluctantly let her go, and tore her lips for a while before hugging her back into her arms.

After Feng Zitong relieved his breath, he reached out and stroked Mo Yanhuang's wrist, wanting to take his pulse.

Mo Yanhuang hurriedly took his hand away, how could Feng Zitong let him get his wish, as soon as his body moved, he wanted to come out of his arms.

"Don't move." Mo Yanhuang's tone was very soft, with softness, and his hand gently stroked the wound on Feng Zitong's stomach: "Here, does it still hurt?" ”

Feng Zitong's eyes began to red again, she sniffed sharply, hooked the corners of her lips and smiled: "It doesn't hurt anymore." ”

Mo Yanhuang relieved a lot at this time: "It's good if it doesn't hurt!" ”

The head rested on his chest, the stone that he hung around his neck was holding Feng Zitong's head, she moved her body, pulled the stone out with her hands, and said, "Throw this away." ”

"Why?" Mo Yanhuang's face gradually turned cold.

"It's not for you to wear."

"As long as it's your stuff or the stuff you've touched, it's the most cherished thing for me, little thing, don't say anything that doesn't suit me in the future, I'll be angry." For him, the little things are everything to him, the most special existence.

Feng Zitong struggled out of his arms: "Okay, I won't say it." ”

Mo Yanhuang suddenly felt happy, the little thing's well-behaved appearance was so cute, and even the bad mood during this period of time became better.

Hand, suddenly surrounded by warmth, Feng Zitong looked down and saw that Mo Yanhuang's hand was holding her tightly, and his fingers were interlocked.

His shallow and pleasant breath spilled on her ears, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and said, "Little thing, tie me back now, okay?" ”

Feng Zitong laughed, his head arched in his arms, and he silently expressed his meaning.

Mo Yanhuang lowered his head and hugged her tightly: "Little thing, I love you." ”

Feng Zitong's heart twitched, she pursed her lips, the desperate wound half a year ago, although she said that she didn't care anymore, it seemed to be a little difficult to regain the courage to respond to him.

She muffled "Hmm. He didn't speak.

Mo Yanhuang felt a pain in her heart, knowing that she still couldn't let go, and after sighing silently, she helped her up.

He took out a purple cloak from the space and draped it over her, blocking her tattered clothes, and then said, "Let's go, let's go back." ”

Feng Zitong suddenly remembered something, and turned around: "Zijin and Shi Xia are still in a coma, we have to bring them back too." ”