"Humph!" Condensation snorted a little dissatisfied, she even asked herself if she didn't like it, God knows how much he damn liked it, he liked it so much that he even lost control, and wanted to press her hard on his body, so that she would [sink] [fall] with him!

As if sensing the intention of condensation, Ye Fusang chuckled and stopped his movements, "Ning'er, I am your wife!" ”

Just such a sentence will be condensed, he frowned slightly, and after that, he let Ye Fusang ignite the fire on him.

Seeing the appearance of condensation, Ye Fusang also knew that he was almost there, if he played too hard, it would not be himself who would suffer for a while, but Ye Fusang didn't know that Condensation was not a person who followed the rules like Shiyin, although he was born in everyone, he had a hidden rebellion in his bones, and Ye Fusang's current consciousness was already a little late, so she was destined to not be able to get out of bed smoothly tomorrow.

Gently tearing off the condensed belt, the white dress spread out, and at this time he was like a white lotus in full bloom, with a fatal enchantment in the cold.

Ye Fusang's fingertips fell on Condensation's body, jumping gently with a cheerful rhythm, Condensation felt that all his senses seemed to be pulled by that slightly cool little hand, and he was deeply sinking......

Ye Fusang also slowly faded off his clothes, and his slender body was full of a faint pink flush and a deadly demon ......

Condensing looked at Ye Fusang in front of him, and his blue eyes were dyed with a strong color of qing.

"Fuso ......"

Without answering his words, Ye Fusang sat down violently, and then inhaled hard, with a bewitching smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Fuso ......"

"Hmmm......"

"Fuso ......"

"Hmmm......"

Over and over again, he called Ye Fusang's name affectionately, with deep affection and affection, with tenderness, so that everyone who heard it could deeply feel how much the owner of this voice loved the woman who called in his mouth.

"Uh-huh-" A stream of heat spread violently in his body, Ye Fusang shook his head uncontrollably, his long hair crossed a bewitching arc in the air, and when it fell, the two of them were all enveloped in it, and the hair net was like a love net, trapping the two of them and entangling them tightly......

The spring night is thick, and the two are tender and sweet, [entangled] [lingering] endlessly......

The two lips met again, more inseparable, the two saw each other naked, the Buddha was a matter of the previous life, and the Buddha was yesterday's thing, condensation suddenly turned over and pressed Ye Fusang under him, a pair of spring eyes stared at her with affection, kissed her lips, her neck, her body, every inch of skin, it was worship, it was love, and they blended with each other......

The love is deep, it cannot be expressed with any action and language, but can only be expressed in this most primitive way, the most primitive rhythm, to express each other's love, all at once, more and more intense, and push the charm to the peak again and again.

With a low panting, the condensation muttered over and over again, it was the murmur in his heart, "Fusang, I love you, I love you very much, I love ...... very much"

When Ye Fusang heard this, his eyes gradually wet...

At night, the weather was slightly cool, Ye Fusang stood in front of the window in the house, quietly looking at the bright moon outside the house, I don't know if the moon in the 21st century is the same as this, slowly, I don't know when, she doesn't miss the life of the 21st century so much, he is an orphan, and he has never had any friends, but since she met that person, she began to laugh, however, God played a big joke with her.

That man, who doted on her very much, but who would have thought that one day he would kill her for a lie from other women, and now, she will gradually forget everything there, because here, there is already someone she cares about.

"Bang-"

"Who?"

A loud bang sounded, Ye Fusang subconsciously looked towards the door, only to see a man in a night suit standing at the door, covering his chest with one hand and holding the door frame with the other, looking at his pale face and faint blood flowing from his fingers, obviously seriously injured, but that beautiful face, Ye Fusang felt familiar tight.

The moment the man saw Ye Fusang, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then, he covered his chest and turned around and walked out, his eager appearance made Ye Fusang frown, and chased him out with some curiosity, but he saw the man's back in the courtyard, and in front of him, it was Shen Yuechen who was cold and holding a sword and preparing to play.

"Yuechen, let him go!" She thought that the man might have been injured and accidentally strayed into the county lord's mansion.

Hearing this, a flash of surprise flashed on the man's face, and he glanced at Ye Fusang thoughtfully. Shen Yuechen did not move, staring at the man with cold eyes, and said coldly: "He hurt you." ”

Hearing this, Ye Fusang's heart suddenly moved, and she remembered that this man was the one who assassinated her that day, that is, she lost half her life, her soul went to the underworld, and she was almost sacrificed by Hua Yuan.

"Huh!" Feng Mohan looked at Ye Fusang's suddenly realized expression, and sneered disdainfully, he said, how can there be people in the world who have revenge and do not take revenge, let alone a woman, it turns out that she didn't recognize herself, Feng Mohan sighed, it seems that tonight will be his sacrifice day.

The palace lord gave him a task to assassinate the eldest princess, but he was injured unexpectedly, and accidentally hid in this mansion, but entered the room of the man who fought him that day, and escaped with great effort, but entered the room of the lord of the county.

Ye Fusang looked at Feng Mohan with a complicated expression, and asked her to kill him, to be honest, it can't be done for a person who grew up in the era of peace, she is a doctor, doctors are life-saving and wounded, it is okay to ask her to save people, but it is difficult for her.

For a while, everyone had their own thoughts, and they were all silent, Feng Mohan tightly covered his chest with one hand, gritted his teeth and looked at Shen Yuechen, "If you want to kill, kill it, the master will never snort!" ”

Hearing this, Shen Yuechen's eyes moved slightly, and he put away the soft sword in his hand, "You go, I will never kill an unarmed person." "Although he is a man, he still knows what it means to take advantage of people's danger and be a villain.

Hearing this, Feng Mohan's body trembled, and he looked at the eyes of the dark moon with deep appreciation. glanced at Shen Yuechen gratefully, and wanted to thank him, but the words he said were so awkward, "Don't think that I will thank you if you let me go, he is asking you for advice." ”

"Always with you!" If this man didn't hurt the woman, in fact, he didn't hate him, because they were the same people.

Ye Fusang looked at Shen Yuechen approvingly, looking at Feng Mohan's faltering appearance, his brows furrowed tightly, he looked like this, not to mention that there were still people chasing him, even if he didn't, if he wasn't treated in time, he wouldn't be able to survive tomorrow.

Alas...... Consider it a good deed.

"Wait a minute!"

Ye Fusang spoke, and the two men looked at her at the same time, there was a thick contempt in Feng Mohan's eyes, he knew that women were cautious and ruthless, let alone this brutal Zhaoyang County Lord.

Shen Yuechen's eyes fell deeply on Ye Fusang's face, and he took a step forward, "County Lord...... "Could it be that she really wants to kill a seriously injured man?" He didn't even bother to do anything that a man, and she ......

Regarding the performance of Shen Yuechen, Ye Fusang frowned unhappily, could it be that in his eyes, he was such a despicable and black-hearted villain with no lower limit?

Ye Fusang paced to Feng Mohan's side, Feng Mohan looked at her fearlessly, looking at his murderous expression, Ye Fusang was speechless again, and at the moment, he didn't say more, "Come in with me!" ”

After speaking, Ye Fusang walked to the house, but Feng Mohan stood firmly in place, staring at Ye Fusang's back with his eyes, as if he was going to cut her with a thousand knives, and walked to the door, feeling that the people behind him did not follow up, Ye Fusang stopped and said without looking back: "What?" Scared? ”

Listening to the undisguised ridicule in Ye Fusang's words, Feng Mo was coldly angry, "Who is afraid, it's just a gentleman county lord!" With that, he followed Ye Fusang into the house with great difficulty.

A mist flashed in her eyes, and she followed into the room.

In the house, Ye Fusang used wine to eliminate the poison of the scalpel and the golden needle, which she drew a picture after being assassinated by the wind and cold not long ago and asked people to follow it, so that she could save herself if she was injured in the future, which was always unknown to her in ancient times.

Turning his head to look at the cold wind that had just entered the house, Ye Fusang pointed to the bed behind him in a calm tone, "Take off your clothes and lie down." ”

"Shameless!" Hearing this, Feng Mohan's first reaction was what Ye Fusang wanted to do to him, so he scolded immediately.

As soon as Shen Yuechen arrived at the door, he heard Ye Fusang call Feng Mohan to take off his clothes and lie on the bed, at that moment, his face sank, and his heart seemed to be stuffy, and his face darkened in an instant, Ye Fusang looked at the two men with a dark face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

Picked up the scalpel, lazily walked to Feng Mohan's side, looked him up and down, and when Feng Mohan couldn't help but go berserk, the evil smiled evilly, "Just you, I'm afraid you can't arouse a woman's criminal psychology, right?" "To be honest, Feng Mohan looks very beautiful, but Ye Fusang can't get used to his arrogant appearance, so he wants to hit him unrecognizable.

Sure enough, as soon as Ye Fusang's words fell, Feng Mohan clenched his fist and waved it at Ye Fusang, but because of the injury, the fist was soft, and the fist that gently hung on Ye Fusang's body was more like a coquette, and when it touched Ye Fusang's eyes that seemed to be smiling, Feng Mohan instantly became angry.

Ye Fusang didn't want to be entangled with him anymore, his body couldn't last so long, and at that moment, he said to Shen Yuechen: "Yuechen, carry him to bed, and I'll treat him." ”