Chapter Twenty-Seven: Do You Call the King?

"Feng Qinghan, I beg you, let it go, don't come and rob me, my heart trembles......" Feixue hugged the thing in her arms, and stared at Feng Qinghan pitifully with clear eyes like a spring.

After pausing the movement in his hand, Feng Qinghan's expression froze slightly, and then asked, "My heart is trembling so much?" Why is your heart trembling? ”

"Ugh!" Feixue twitched the corner of her eyes, yes, why is the tip of her heart trembling, this man is a demon, and it's not the first time she's seen it? Why is her heart trembling?

Ya, didn't you go back to your parents' house, and your feelings are still evil? Feixue shook her head, and the amazing one just now was dispelled, and then the thing in her arms was thrown away heavily towards Feng Qinghan, her jaw was raised, and she said with some reproach: "It's not you who hurt me, tell me to return with a full load, I haven't eaten all day, let me see you as soon as I come back," his tone paused slightly, thinking about the confusing demeanor that Feng Qinghan had inadvertently revealed just now, Feixue couldn't help but swallow his saliva violently.

"What's wrong with seeing this king?" The thin lips were slightly lifted, the corners of the mouth were playfully hooked, and the small movements of Feixue just now made someone in full view.

"That," Feixue vaguely avoided Feng Qing's scorching eyes, cleared her throat, and said, "Seeing you so leisurely and comfortable, my heart is unbalanced!" ”

"Oh!" The single tone is elongated, and the wind is cold and seems to have an understanding, "It turns out that the lady feels wronged." ”

"Phew!" snorted, threw away a roll of his eyes, and strode towards the table in a pretended to be chic.

Scold...... With a chuckle in her heart, Feng Qinghan sat down beside her naturally with the flying snow.

"Ugh!" With her eyes wide open, Feixue looked at Feng Qinghan with a calm expression in surprise, and asked puzzledly, "That, why are you sitting so close?" ”

The phoenix eyes were slightly picked, and someone replied as a matter of course, "We are husband and wife, so we naturally have to get closer." ”

"What, what is the lady's opinion?"

"Yes, indeed!" Blizzard nodded like garlic, "Can you stay away from me?" ”

"No way!" Feng Qinghan's answer was categorical.

"Why?" Blizzard pouted, a little deflated for a moment.

"Why does the lady want this king to stay away, with our current relationship......" Handsome Yan slowly approached, her slender white fingers lightly picked up Feixue's chin, the wind was cold and her cherry lips opened lightly, and she said with an ambiguous expression: "The distance should be closer, closer, and closer......"

The tips of the noses touched, the man exhaled like an orchid, the blurred breath was close at hand, and the breaths of the two were intertwined.

In an instant, Feixue only felt a dry mouth, and the flames in her body that were finally forced down by her instantly seemed to be poured with a bucket of gas oil, and the fire seemed to be able to burn her entirely.

"The wind is cold!"

The throat tightened, the eyes were confused, and the woman's unique fragrance made Feng Qinghan's body react instinctively, damn it! Cursing in his heart, Feng Qinghan raised his hand and suddenly circled the flying snow into his arms.

The eyebrows are like fine willows, the eyes are like clear springs, under the slender Yao nose, the thin lips are slightly open, the air is like a quiet orchid, and the skin like jade is dyed with pieces of red xia because of each other's ambiguous posture, which makes the original pure and lotus-like face more charming and enchanting.

The Adam's apple rolled, and the wind was cold and hoarse: "This king, is it good-looking?" ”

"It's good-looking, it's better than the gods in the sky!" The agile eyes remained motionless, and Fei Xue opened her mouth.

"That is the case, then, you, and the king, are you calling?"

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