The bright galaxy flows through the glass, the quiet atmosphere is quietly permeated on the pale blue silk curtain, and the clear vanity mirror reflects the sparse shadows outside the window, and the cold moon is like a hook.

The miserable white crescent moon is half-hidden under the floating clouds, just like the autumn lady who still holds the pipa and half-covers her face in classical poetry, no matter how cold the moonlight is, it can't hide its brilliant and clear light.

"Brother, you can taste this best, most fragrant, and most delicious 'fish'." Nan Zuisheng narrowed his clear ink eyes slightly, his eyes contained a mischievous mischievous smile, and he looked at Nan Fusheng beside him with a smile. She held the garlic from the silver spoon to the man's lips, and the soft light and shadow of the headlights soaked her warm pupils, shining brightly.

Nan Fusheng lowered his eyes and glanced at the silver spoon handed to his lips, and when his eyes flowed, he stared at the smiling and sly girl with a smile, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is it the best fish?" ”

The gorgeous and deep phoenix eyes fell on Nan Zuisheng's delicate and smooth collarbone, and he did not hesitate to take the silver spoon on his lips and fry it until the golden garlic grains were rolled into his mouth.

"It tastes good, but little girl, it's not the best piece of fish." Nan Fusheng slowly tasted the garlic grains in his mouth elegantly, and his phoenix eyes were filled with a deep and dangerous shadow: "In my eyes, this is the best piece of meat on the fish." ”

He leaned over and enveloped Nan Zuisheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, his tall and straight figure was like an ancient verdant covering the sky, covering the girl's petite and delicate figure under the dark figure.

The gorgeous and gloomy phoenix eyes stared deeply at Nan Zuisheng below, and the thrilling beauty and greasy face were soaked in the night like a slowly blooming epiphany: "Here, is the best ......" The unfinished words were annihilated between the lip petals of intertwining-sucking-kissing, like the petals of a flower that bloomed to the extreme.

The intense suffocation and blending sensation exploded in my mind, as if the brilliant fireworks were burning the limbs and bones, and like the flowers that bloomed to the extreme suddenly withered, withered, and corrupted, but at the last moment when they were on the verge of annihilation and scattered into mud, they received the gift and mercy from the heavens.

It is not until it is bathed in the divine brilliant golden light that it gradually dissipates into sporadic points of light, so that the vague and dense consciousness will slowly return at this lingering moment.

"Kitten, remember, this is the best piece of fish." Nan Fusheng reluctantly licked the girl's lips, and looked at his masterpiece with low eyes and satisfaction.

I saw that the lips that were originally light pink like cherry blossom petals gradually changed into a delicate and charming crimson under the ravages of his siege.

The clear ink eyes were soaked with a faint layer of moist mist, and Nan Zuisheng blinked his hazy eyes, revealing a bit of childlike cuteness and ignorance: "This is not fish meat, this is my mouth." She solemnly looked like a peach blossom, and pointed out the ambiguous and frivolous metaphor of men with a straight face.

"Haha, you're right, it's not fish, it's your little mouth." Nan Fusheng rarely laughed out loud and heroic, but this did not detract from his graceful bearing.

"But so what, my darling." The slender and good-looking fingers gently brushed the girl's cloud-like eyebrows, and he stared at the ink eyes that clearly reflected his figure, and smiled meaninglessly, laughing evilly and arrogantly.

"As your master, I have the right to discipline your disobedient little kitten, and since your soft little mouth always says some naughty and disrespectful words, then I have the right to feed you the most delicious little dried fish in the world." At this point, Nanfu gently held the girl's jade finger, and controlled Nan Zuisheng's hand forcefully and undeniably, slowly rubbing his fiery thin lips ambiguously and dangerously.

The faint flush is on the face of the southern drunken and fragrant country, and the immortal temperament is ruthlessly destroyed into the ultimate beauty of enchanting and depravity.

A trace of clear water appeared in the middle of the delicate clavicle, which was the --- ambiguous silver filament that was inevitably left behind in the lingering sucking-kissing in the tenderness of the party.

In layman's terms, it's saliva.

When Nan Fusheng's gaze touched the middle of the girl's collarbone, a deep smile flowed in her gorgeous and deep phoenix eyes. It was a kind of pleasure and satisfaction from the inside out: "Do you still want the owner to feed you dried fish?" My naughty little kitty. ”

He chuckled meaningfully, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows revealed an incomparable charm, which was a kind of charm that led people to fall and sink, if he was accidentally induced to entangle, then in addition to falling into the abyss, or falling into the darkness, there was only a sincere and sincere love for him.

Other than that, there is no other option.

Nan Fusheng's love is so domineering, he knows his advantages and charms, and takes it to the extreme, casting a dark magic that charms all beings and wants to die, luring all the innocent believers in the world who are eager for the light to sink into the dark abyss with him.

"No, I don't want to! Go away, big ...... "pervert."

The beautiful peach and plum complexion slowly bloomed under the soft light and shadow, Nan Zui Sheng couldn't hide her shame and covered the man's thin lips, the heat after the lingering had not faded, and the delicate texture in the palm of her hand was soaked in the flowing blood, as if the sudden burning fire was baking her confused soul.

The girl's unfinished words are so cute, although they are quietly annihilated between the delicate red lips, they are still sensitively captured by Nan Fusheng.

Capture the brilliant brilliance hidden in the clear ink eyes.

Even if that brilliant light only exists for a moment.

Nan Fusheng sighed lightly, and the warm palm enveloped the back of Nan Zuisheng's head, hiding the girl's bewildered face in his arms, and even the stars and moon outside the car window couldn't see it: "What a shy little guy." ”

He gently patted Nan Zuisheng's slender back, soothing the girl's confused and confused heart: "Good, don't be ashamed, let alone be afraid, I will always be by your side." Nan Fusheng paused slightly when he said this, and his phoenix eyes were full of gentle and watery light: "In the future, we have a long and distant journey, and I will be your eternal haven." ”

The low-magnetic and seductive voice gradually transforms into a deep stream.

Similar to taking an oath, and like a prayer, the soothing quietly soothed the confused and restless heart.

The streets soaked in the night are deserted, and the sparse shadows slanted horizontally change into shadows with teeth and claws dancing as the speed of the car increases.

The terrifying and cold shadow was clearly reflected in the ink eyes through the car window, but even so, Nan Zuisheng still didn't feel scared, or frightened. Because she knew that Nan Fusheng had been sitting beside her, and the man's warm chest was enough to repel all the horrors and hesitations in this world.

"Watch your step." After the car stopped, Nan Fusheng leaned over slightly to open the door for the girl, and reminded softly in a low voice. He kept a close eye on the wind and grass around him, lest a disobedient mouse suddenly burst out and startle the delicate and fragile treasure in front of him.

"Miss, young master." Uncle Nan came slowly from the fragrant path planted with roses, and when he saw Nan Zuisheng slowly walking out of the car, his solemn and upright face instantly cracked a crack, and his eyes that had always been calm and waveless were filled with faint tears.

Nan Fusheng smiled slightly when he saw the situation, and didn't say anything, but took half a step back very understandingly, leaving enough space for the delicate and fragile girl and the solemn and upright Uncle Nan to talk.

In the past, Uncle Nan always called the eldest young master first, and then the eldest lady. However, this is not what it used to be, and the title of the eldest lady has far surpassed that of the eldest young master.

Realizing this, Nan Fusheng did not feel the slightest displeasure, but hooked his thin lips with relief, and his lips were soaked with a proud smile.

"Uncle Nan, what's wrong with you, why are you crying?" The clear ink eyes clearly reflected Uncle Nan's tearful and hazy appearance, although it is not very appropriate to use the slightly beautiful word 'teary eyes' to describe the appearance of a man crying, but it is very in line with Uncle Nan's image at this moment.

Caught off guard, Nan Zuisheng was startled by Uncle Nan's tears, and Mo Yu's long hair fluttered in the evening breeze with her scrambled movements to comfort Uncle Nan. She couldn't hide her confusion and stared at the housekeeper's tearful face, and her voice was deliberately soft and soft, for fear of frightening the fragile and tearful elders in front of her.

Uncle Nan didn't answer Nan Zuisheng's question, he raised his eyes and looked deeply at the fairy girl in front of him, after a moment of silence, he suddenly bent down, facing the position where Nan Zuisheng stopped and bowed respectfully and respectfully, and didn't get up for a long time.

"Uncle Nan, what are you doing, hurry up!" Nan Zuisheng's eyes suddenly tightened, she hurriedly took two steps forward to help Uncle Nan, who was bent down deeply, and said in a soft voice of reproach: "Originally, your waist fell into the root of the disease because of the injury in your early years, and it was often sore and painful, and my brother and I often told you not to bend down to salute, and in Zuisheng's heart, you are an elder, and you really tormented me by giving such a salute to me." ”

The green jade tassel buttoned on the placket flowed with a luster in the moonlight, like the sound of clear spring water.

Warm tears snaked down from the corners of his eyes, Uncle Nan was filled with hazy tears, and his originally low and slightly rough voice couldn't help but shed tears, transforming into a trembling and low cry: "Miss, as long as I can see you come back safely from the hospital, even if I let my old bones haunt me from now on, I am willing!" ”