Cen Duxiao roughly talked to Fusang about the strangeness of Wangshu today, and deliberately did not mention that he and Wangshu had intimate behavior.

What if Fuso loves to eat his own vinegar as much as Wangshu.

Fusang was slightly startled, only for a while, his eyes returned to tenderness, he smiled lightly, hugged Cen Duxiao, and said softly: "My lady is too charming, so no matter what state I am in, I will be unable to extricate myself from falling in love with you." ”

Cen Duxiao huffed: "I'll just say it, then why does he refuse to admit it?"

She worried for a long time, and thought she was cheating!

Fuso held her in his arms, and with so much strength, he almost held her waist, as if he would have no chance if he hugged her more.

Cen Duxiao always thought that happiness came too suddenly and was not real at all, and it took her a long time to be sure that he was really back.

Fusang also has this feeling, the person in his arms hugged and hugged, kissed, and done, but he still didn't feel enough, he just hated to stick to her all the time, everything in front of him was like a flash of fireworks, and there was always an uneasy mood spreading in his heart.

Her little figure was lifted by him, her toes slightly padded but without any effort, she was as if she had no bones, her weight was completely on him, and she leaned on his shoulder with great relief.

Fuso pressed against her neck, like a drowning fish in water, and he sniffed the fragrance of her hair intoxicated and greedily, trying to melt her breath deep into his own blood.

He suddenly asked, "Ah Yan, if one day, I mean if, only Wangshu is by your side, what do you think?"

This question is strange, but it can't be said to be strange, Cen Duxiao was carried away by happiness, and she didn't hear the worry in his voice, but it was a question he raised, of course she had to think about it carefully.

Didn't you just say that Wangshu was himself? It's all his words, so of course it doesn't matter. Although Wangshu has the immature stupidity of Fusang as a child, in general, he and Fusang's temperament is almost the same, and he is more cheerful than Fusang, with a clear mind that has never been injured.

Moreover, Wangshu was angry and jealous, holding back not making love to her, her face was red, and her body was hot, it was so cute.

This man has a small milk dog during the day and a wolf dog at night.

She couldn't help but smirk, she had two personalities who loved her at the same time, both similar but with their own characteristics, the point was that they were both Fusang, she only felt happy and satisfied.

The corners of Cen Duxiao's eyes and eyebrows are all smiling, the whole person is like a honey jar, the smile is sweet, and the mood is also extremely sweet, the anxiety that worried about Fusang's personality no longer appearing before was swept away, and she said angrily: "It's okay, it's all you anyway, it's all my love, as long as it's you." ”

She smiled like a flower and wanted to look up at him, but he pressed the back of her neck and said, "Don't move, I want to hug you more like this." ”

His voice was soft, nasal, restrained from an emotion that she couldn't detect.

"Okay. Cen Duxiao touched his back and stroked him soothingly.

Today's Fusang seems to be a little fragile, could it be that the little wolf dog personality can't come out during the day, and I miss her too much to be like this?

Fusang hugged her for a long time, and her legs were numb when they parted, but she didn't say it, as long as Fusang was willing, let alone numb legs, what if he gave him a small life.

Fuso caressed her cheek, her eyes overflowing with affection. The sky was dark, the candles in the room were flickering, and there were two jumping flames in his eyes, reflecting two small white figures.

Cen Duxiao could naturally read the meaning in his eyes, and judging from his previous experience, he was not as tolerant at night as he was during the day.

Fusang asked, "Ah Yan, have you ...... with him during the day?"

Cen Duxiao was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head again and again: "No, no." ”

Of course she knew that he was asking Wangshu, she didn't understand why she was in a hurry to deny it, wasn't it the same person?

"Ah Yan, you can only give it to me, you can only want me, you can only be mine. As soon as Fusang pinched the trick, the clothes on Cen Duxiao's body disappeared, leaving only candlelight.

Fusang's eyes were blazing, and he stared at her directly, looking from top to bottom, looking at every inch of her skin, and seeing her cheeky skin couldn't help but be red.

Cen Duxiao saw not only gentleness in his eyes, but also an almost crazy possessiveness and naked love, which was very different from him last night.

It's a bit like him when he can't control himself with the power of the demon god, as if a giant beast that has been trapped for a long time is about to untie his shackles in his heart, what's wrong with him tonight?

Cen Duxiao just wanted to ask if something had happened, but he embedded his waist, his lips were blocked by him, and the kiss was fierce and even a little rude. I don't know if he deliberately didn't give her a chance to ask questions, so he picked her up and put her on the bed.

Fusang possessed her over and over again, with more and more force, as if to crush her and eat her and become one with herself, so that no one could covet and snatch her, so that no one from the outside world could hurt her.

Cen Duxiao endured the pain and responded to him enthusiastically, this pain was nothing compared to the damage he had received.

When she was entangled, she finally found a chance to speak, and her voice was broken and hoarse: "Yizhi, tell me honestly, what happened? ”

For a moment, Cen Duxiao saw from his slightly reddened eyes that he was about to confide everything to her, she was full of anticipation and anxious waiting for him to say it, but the next second he bit her earlobe, and he said softly: "It's nothing, it's because I love you too much, I'm afraid all this is like before, am I stupid?"

Cen Duxiao's heart was sour, it turned out that she was thinking too much, this was clearly the sequelae of emotional injury, it was her fault, and she didn't give him enough security.

The trauma on his body may heal quickly, but the pain in his heart can not heal so easily, she needs to slowly soothe his heartache.

Cen Duxiao held his face with both hands, pressed it against his forehead affectionately, and looked at him, she said softly: "I'm here, I will always be by your side, I won't go anywhere, even if I want to go, I will take you wherever I go, so that you can't get rid of it." ”

Fusang lowered his eyes and put his hand on the back of her hand, and his tone was mournful: "But we can't stay in Yanggu forever, once the Shenmu is repaired, we must leave, otherwise Dijun will be in trouble, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you." ”

As a former god of flowers, a demon god with the power of a demon god, he had never felt so frustrated, and now that his spiritual power was weak, he was afraid that he would not be able to protect her.

Cen Duxiao hooked his chin, kissed him, and said with a smile: "You have guarded me for a long time, from now on, I will protect you." ”

God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, will she be afraid of the Emperor of Heaven?

The Emperor of Heaven has persecuted Fusang repeatedly, if she can really be caught in heaven, won't she have a chance to avenge Fusang?

After a few more revelries, Fuso fell asleep.

Cen Duxiao's bones were about to fall apart, she had no strength but she couldn't sleep, and somehow, she was uneasy like a ball of cotton in water that kept getting heavier, dragging her heart straight down.