That night, Lan Wujiang was lying on the bed with blank eyes, staring at the ceiling numbly, and the string of red sandalwood beads on her wrist forcibly transmitted the spiritual power into her body, forcing her to cultivate.

In the glory and wealth of the splendour, but extremely desolate and lonely, the gem-encrusted bed is always cold to the bone.

There is no life.

Is this the food and clothing she has been pursuing for 14 years?

Lan Wujiang's eyes were red, he raised his neck unconsciously, his heart throbbed for a while, his hands and feet were cold, and the whole person was quiet like a dead man.

I can't even hear the breathing.

Today's grandfather's words, she understands that Lan Ling is cultivated as the next generation of Lan family masters, and she wants her to be the Lan family's knife because Lan He has taken a fancy to her ruthlessness.

The Lan family lacks such a puppet who dares to eat raw meat.

She dared to make this knife, but did Ranhe dare to use it?

The tears in Lan Wujiang's eyes burst out of her eyes, sad and sad, understanding that she had no family affection in her life.

She is a stepping stone in the eyes of others.

"If you cry again, I will kill everyone in the Lan family except you." Feng Zhao opened his mouth in the realm of the sea again, Lan Wujiang burst into tears, and the tears that had not yet been shed were stuck in his eyes.

The white mist rose, and Feng Zhao stood beside Lan Wujiang's bed.

When Lan Wujiang saw Feng Zhao, his nose was sour, and the pain in his heart was even worse.

Feng Zhao pressed Lan Wujiang's lips with his fingers, lowered his head, his eyes drooped slightly, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "I won't let go of Lan Xiaowu." ”

Lan Wujiang smoothed his breath, bit his lip with his teeth, and shrank his head into the quilt.

Feng Zhao slowly raised his eyebrows, the moonlight lined with handsome facial features, he lifted Lan Wujiang's quilt and lay down next to Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang sat up in shock, her sad emotions were left behind, she pushed Feng Zhao, her voice was hoarse, "Don't sleep here, you get up." ”

"No, it's punishment, you're crying to me today." Feng Zhao turned over, propped himself up with one hand, and pulled Lan Wujiang into the quilt, with a smile on his face.

"You're unreasonable." Lan Wujiang pushed Feng Zhao again angrily.

Feng Zhao yawned and raised his eyes lazily, "You cry in the middle of the night, you are reasonable?"

Lan Wujiang was almost laughed at, she wanted to get out of bed, but Feng Zhao grabbed her ankle and stuck on the side of the bed in an extremely embarrassing position.

The little foot kicked back, but couldn't break free at all.

"Release!" She puffed up.

Feng Zhao looked at Lan Wujiang with a smile and hugged her back, "Lan Wujiang, how old are you, why are you still learning to play with children?"

Lan Wujiang reached out and pinched Feng Zhao's face, pulled it hard, struggled with red eyes and was pushed back again.

"Can't afford to play?" Feng Zhao grabbed Lan Wujiang's hand and rolled it over and pressed it down.

Lan Wujiang breathed for a while, and when he touched Feng Zhao's body, he unexpectedly found that his body was quite warm.

The soft quilt was re-pinched, and Lan Wujiang resigned himself to shrinking into Feng Zhao's arms.

That's it, you can't win.

Feng Zhao sighed, wrapped one hand around Lan Wujiang, and gently patted Lan Wujiang's back with the other hand, softening his voice, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was drowsy, "Don't think about it, sleep well, I'm sleepy." ”

Lan Wujiang raised her head, a piece of paper away from Feng Zhao's chin, fanned her eyelashes, and covered her cold hand to Feng Zhao's neck.

Unintentionally swept Feng Zhao's slender collarbone, she swallowed her saliva unconsciously.

The corners of Feng Zhao's mouth twitched, and he pressed his forehead against Lan Wujiang's head, "What do you want to do?"

Lan Wujiang's earlobes turned red suddenly, and he retracted his little hand, closing his eyes and pretending not to hear.

Feng Zhao stretched out his hand and grabbed Lan Wujiang's two hands, and his slender hands wrapped them, and the heat flowed on Lan Wujiang's body.

A small action, but all the pain is dissolved at this moment, like a warm breeze blowing on the face, and the first time you see the warm sun.