The "Jing'er" man whispered the woman's name, as if he wanted to turn the love in his heart into this low and slow call to the woman's heart, penetrating into her bone marrow, and the palm caressing the woman's delicate body also added some strength.

"Hmm" Nangong Luo Jing, who was tightly hugged by Feng Yihan, snuggled up to the man's chest, and felt the arm around her waist tighten more and more unconsciously, so she issued a simple and concise syllable.

Slowly opened his eyes, listening to the heartbeat sound coming from the man's chest, and what he was more concerned about was what Feng Yihan wanted to say next.

"Are you back" The man's soft breath gently fluttered on the woman's neck, and such a sentence made Nangong Luojing's body stiffen suddenly.

Raising his hand, he gently pushed away the chest that was so close to his face at the moment, raised his eyes, and met the pair of phoenix eyes that were as deep as the night, and the surprise in his heart was even greater.

After a long time, he slurred and said, "What" Nangong Luo Jing could feel the difficulty of saying these two words at this moment.

I was a little flustered.

Wasn't she here all along, but what did he mean by that?

Don't

Nangong Luojing felt a thrill in his heart, and suddenly he had a feeling that he was defeated by his own thoughts.

How could it be that when she was in Qishan, the elders of the Wind Leaf Clan guessed that she was the real princess because of the star that suddenly appeared, but he couldn't ,,。

The only person who knew this fact was her father, except for the elders and her

"Are you surprised" Feng Yihan stroked Nangong Luojing's face, his fingertips lightly brushed the softness of the jade fat, and his phoenix eyes smiled a little warmly, and asked gently.

Nangong Luo Jing was silent, just staring at the gentle-looking person in front of him in a daze, and letting him gently caress his face.

The night is like ink, and it is the mystery or the depth of the phoenix's eyes that are immersed in the darkness.

After a while, he reacted to what Feng Yihan said, slowly raised his hand, and held the fingers that were wandering on his face at the moment, and just wanted to speak, but Feng Yihan held the soft hand with his backhand.

"Dinner should be ready, let's go eat first," he said, and his body moved with Feng Yihan's footsteps.

Nangong Luo Jing followed Feng Yihan's footsteps step by step, but his thoughts were rushing.

At this moment, recalling the scene when she was a child and arrived at the Xiling Palace, Nangong Luo Jing realized that she couldn't see through the person in front of her, this slender and handsome man, this man who was about to become the love of her life, he made her as unpredictable as this night.

When Nangong Luo Jing came back to her senses, she had already set foot in a delicate and elegant pavilion, and there was no one else in the pavilion except her and Feng Yihan.

"Don't think about it yet, this king knows that you should be hungry, eat something first, okay" Feng Yihan looked into her eyes and said word by word, his eyes were full of concern: "When the meal is finished, this king will solve Jing'er's doubts"

Without waiting for Nangong Luo Jing to say anything, he sat down on the stone bench, hugged Nangong Luo Jing horizontally on his lap, reached out and took the delicate pastries on the table, and handed them to Nangong Luo Jing's lips, Nangong Luo Jing chin slightly, glanced at Feng Yihan, and obediently opened his mouth.

Looking at the pastries entering the woman's mouth one by one, Feng Yihan's mood also became better.

After a while, Nangong Luojing felt that he was full, so he no longer took the pastry handed by Feng Yihan, shook his head, and looked at Feng Yihan innocently, his eyes were as pure as water, clear as that trickle.

Feng Yihan bent the hand that was stopping the woman's waist slightly, buried his head in the woman's silver thread, greedily absorbed the fragrance of her hair, the unique fragrance that belonged to her, and said faintly: "Ten years, ten years, I have been looking forward to your return" The feelings buried in my heart have been ten years long.

With a slight shock of his body, Nangong Luo Jing turned his head to stare at him in disbelief, and smiled a little, looking a little ethereal: "Ten years, what is Han talking about Luo Jing doesn't understand" The pair of phoenix eyes close to his eyes are beautiful and evil, as if as long as he smiles lightly, he can catch his heart.

Feng Yihan hooked his lips, and a shallow smile overflowed from the phoenix's eyes in an instant, and the phoenix's eyes hooked directly to the face of the woman in front of him: "I have never been to Weiguo in the past ten years, and I have never seen Nangong Luojing in those ten years."

He looked at her, his eyes were full of tenderness, and the faint smile on his lips blended into her heart, a little warm, a little pounding.

"Cold, I know" she was stunned, not in general shock, shocked at what he knew.

Feng Yihan nodded slightly, and then a wicked smile rose between his eyebrows: "Did Jing'er have a misty dream in that world?"

Dream, Nangong Luo Jing was suddenly startled, and said in surprise: "The person in the dream is you," the dream man who kept saying whether he remembered him or not.

Feng Yihan saw that the woman in his arms was so surprised at this moment, so he laughed loudly.

Pretending to be a ghost.

The only thing that Nangong Luojing thought of at the moment was this word, why he already knew it and could enter his dreams, why didn't he tell himself,,, remember that day when she drowned, she was scared and thought she was going to die, she hadn't done anything yet, she had just stepped into the adult world and had not enjoyed anything, and she was about to die young, how sad her mood was at that time

"What kind of person is Han," Qing Yue, who was like ice smashing people, replaced her face with a look of astonishment, replaced with a childlike innocence, her eyes looked up and down at the man in front of her, and her eyes flashed as if the viewer was a strange something

"Jing'er, how can you look at your brother Han with such eyes" He smiled leisurely, his fingertips restlessly gently pinched a handful of hair that fell on the woman's shoulder, the smile was shallow, but with deep doting: "I am the king of Xiling, and I am Jing'er's future husband, what does Jing'er think I am" He leisurely leaned on the woman's body and imprisoned her deeply in his arms.

Enough of these ten years of torture, enough of it

He would never allow her to disappear again, he just wanted to hold her like this, hold her

"Cold" he said every word like the clear spring hitting the bluestone, bit by bit, crisp into the ear, rippling the heart lake ripples, unstoppable microwave ripples.

"Then what's the matter with that jade pendant" Her beautiful eyes turned, and she suddenly remembered the jade pendant she picked up by the bed: "Also, why did you come to my dream" The special function ,,, it's weird to think about

"Jade Pei" Feng Yi's cold eyes sank, he thought for a moment, and replied lightly: "I don't know"