Yan Ling has never been an honest person.

The more he avoided it.

The curiosity in her heart grew stronger.

The slender white fingers deliberately shook in front of the wind.

The wind retreated again.

Yan Ling seized the opportunity, grabbed his wrist, and took advantage of the moment when he was stunned, and turned over.

"Don't move!"

Sensing the wind coming uneasy, she warned fiercely.

She has pressed people underneath, and she is still restless?

The white and tender little hand landed on his forehead accurately, and the scorching temperature scalded her, and the little hand quickly withdrew.

Yan Ling looked at Feng Lin with shock.

"You seem to have a fever......

Is the fever so dishonest?

Feng Lin looked at her appearance, grinding his teeth with hatred, and his eyes became darker and darker.

The hand hanging at his side trembled slightly.

Does she even know what she's doing?

Bisheng, the calm voice was still chattering in his ear, "Hey, if you have a fever, you should rest well, and then take medicine, but...... I don't have a doctor here, what should I do? I wouldn't see a doctor either......"

The wind was in dark eyes and fell on her rosy lips.

The trembling hand suddenly came to strength, grabbed the girl's slender waist, turned over and reversed the position of the two.

He pressed her, his dark eyes dark.

"I don't have a fever."

Four words popped out almost through gritted teeth.

Inadvertently sultry is the deadliest.

It tickled him unbearably, and he was angry, but the person concerned was at a loss, and he didn't know what he had done.

Yan Ling's clear and incomprehensible eyes crashed into his eyes, and he was stunned, and his bad thoughts fermented irrepressibly.

Suddenly, a thought came to mind uncontrollably.

And in fact.

And he did.

He lowered his eyes.

Some cold thin lips blocked her slightly open cherry lips.

This time, it was not as close as last night, it was a little ferocious, and the kissing Yan Ling's head was a little dazed.

For a long time, he didn't let go of her until he was almost out of breath.

The thin air rushed in, and her brain was only slightly clearer.

"You ......"

As soon as she spit out a word, she silently swallowed the rest of the words back, her face turned red, and her voice ...... It's a little dumb, it's not normal.

"......" is a shame.

She glanced at the wind, raised her hand and calmly pulled the corner of the brocade quilt, and calmly covered her face.

The wind couldn't cry or laugh.

But he didn't tease her anymore.

This kind of thing can only be done slowly, although he does want to take people for himself.

He stepped back a bit, reaching out to tuck the quilt into her.

Whispered, "Go to bed early." ”

As he thought, he didn't hear anyone's answer.

He sighed, not knowing how to face her next time, but he was really satisfied with tonight's welfare.

Under the brocade quilt.

Yan Ling pulled the quilt, and his breathing was a little messy.

Far less calm than she appeared.

[Kiss, your heartbeat is not normal. 】

“…… Shut up. Needless to say, she knew it, pounding and jumping...... Does this feel a little familiar?

That sense of familiarity...... But I can't say where it happened.

The system was afraid that Yan Ling would think about things in a complicated place, so it hurriedly reminded again, [Kiss, the wind has an existing favorability of 65, work hard, rush the duck!] 】

This side quest of the plane can be completed properly.

The blackening value has long been full, and this plane seems to be tailor-made for the host.

Some kind of speculation, inexplicably formed.

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