"Miss?" The maid outside the door beckoned.

Lan Wujiang glanced at Feng Zhao nervously when he heard this, his fingers tugged at his sleeve, and muttered, "Someone is coming, do you want to hide it?"

Feng Zhaofeng's eyes narrowed, the corners of his lips rose, and he chuckled, "What are you hiding?" They can't see me. ”

"I've saved you so many times, and you won't even let me sleep in the bed?" He raised his eyebrows and asked Lan Wujiang in a hoarse voice.

Lan Wujiang bit her lip and was hesitating, but the maid pushed the door in.

"Miss, it's time for breakfast...... the maid took the meal, looking tentatively at the people in the curtain, calm on the surface, but turbulent on the inside.

Lan Wujiang actually came back from the Colosseum alive?

The maid's hand holding the tray was sweating, and her flickering eyes had no intention of meeting Lan Wujiang, she hurriedly lowered her head, stepped forward quickly, put the breakfast she was holding on the small table next to Lan Wujiang's bed, and hurriedly retreated.

Lan Wujiang laughed sarcastically, but Feng Zhao twisted her fine hair, wrapped it between her slender fingers, and her thin lips were slightly raised, "Just let her go?"

"Wait for a good show." Lan Wujiang raised his eyebrows and retracted back into the quilt, and Jade Finger pulled his hair off Feng Zhao's fingers.

"Skipping breakfast?" Feng Zhao flicked Lan Wujiang's forehead with his fingers.

Lan Wujiang squinted, learning Feng Zhao's words and coquettishly, "I didn't wake up either." ”

Feng Zhao pinched the soft flesh on Lan Wujiang's face, and his eyes were full of smiles, "Go rinse your mouth and eat breakfast." ”

Lan Wujiang reluctantly turned over and turned his back to Feng Zhao.

Feng Zhao's arm wrapped around Lan Wujiang's waist and fished the person into his arms, "You say... What are we now? ”

The tips of Lan Wujiang's ears were red, and he didn't expect Feng Zhao to ask this.

It's really strange for a lonely man and a widow to sleep in a bed together.

"Brother...... Brother, right? Lan Wujiang replied in a panic.

Feng Zhao snorted and playfully played with Lan Wujiang's reddened earlobes, "But you girl." ”

"Whose brother sleeps like us?" Feng Zhao saw that Lan Wujiang didn't answer, his lips gently swept over the back of Lan Wujiang's head, and his voice became more and more hoarse.

Lan Wujiang's body trembled, his lips rose slightly, and he whispered softly, "I don't know......"

Lan Wujiang's eyes flashed with a small light, Feng Zhao sighed slightly behind Lan Wujiang's back, grabbed Lan Wujiang's small hand with his big hand, and placed it on her own lower abdomen.

"Feel it?"

Lan Wujiang didn't know why, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he suddenly found that he had a powerful aura stored in his abdomen......

No, there is something else.

She couldn't believe that she used her spiritual power to feel the power in the center of the dantian......

Elixir!

She's married!

The surprise came very suddenly, her lips opened slightly, and her voice trembled, "I'm married?"

Feng Zhao looked at Lan Wujiang's snow-white little face with a smile, and scratched her nose with his fingers, "Yes, I can only appear because of your marriage." ”

He wouldn't tell Lan Wujiang what he had to give, he just wanted all the good that Lan Wujiang got was easy and pleasant.

The price, he came to bear.

Lan Wujiang's eyes bent into crescents, and he unconsciously interlocked his fingers with Feng Zhao.

Feng Zhao took advantage of the situation to transmit spiritual power from the palm of his hand, sealing Lan Wujiang's spiritual energy, so that others could not see the power of Lan Wujiang's golden pill.

"Madam, Mademoiselle is still resting inside, you can't go in......" The maid's argument came from the door.

Lan Wujiang frowned, hooked his lips at Feng Zhao, gently grabbed his collar with his fingers, and whispered, "The show is coming." ”

The warm breath exhaled by the girl sprinkled on Feng Zhao's Adam's apple, his eyes dimmed, he gently held Lan Wujiang's restless little hand, raised his eyebrows meaningfully, and said dotingly, "Okay, I'll wait." ”