Feng Yinxiu laughed lightly, touched her head, lowered his head and kissed her forehead very softly: "Good, don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

His warm, low, but somewhat hoarse voice seemed to have magical power, which calmed her restless and frightened heart at once.

The moon outside was really round, and the light was extraordinarily soft and charming, reflecting Feng Yinxiu's soft silhouette and majestic figure, as well as the strong love in his eyes.

Ling Qianyi subconsciously wanted to hook his neck, but she still had her senses, she didn't move, her two hands stirred together uneasily, grasping the quilt, eager to pull out a hole.

"You are cold, cover it well, don't catch a cold at night." Feng Yinxiu didn't look at her eyes, but looked away.

Looking at the man leaning over him and carefully covering himself with a quilt, Ling Qianyi's heart suddenly became hot, as if, for this indulgent tenderness and caresse, even if it is a short-lived possession, this life is worth it.

"Yin Xiu, I ......"

"Don't talk, you're tired of the day today, you need to have a good rest." Saying that, Feng Yinxiu also lay down, stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around her stiff body that was too stiff to move, the warm breath sprayed in her ears, and her voice was low, "Don't worry, I just want to hold you, I won't do anything." ”

Ling Qianyi trembled slightly, but he was still in full view of Feng Yinxiu.

It turned out that he knew that she was worried about something, and he was really thinking too much.

"I know you're a light sleeper, don't be afraid, sleep in peace, I'll be by your side." Feng Yinxiu softened his voice, really just hugged her gently, and didn't move anymore, "If you can't sleep, I'll tell you a story, okay?" ”

Ling Qianyi couldn't help but have hot eyes, hummed vaguely, and closed his eyes.

"Once upon a time, there was a general, and he ......"

Feng Yinxiu's voice is very good, low and magnetic, maybe the night makes people relax, and at this moment, his voice is more sexy in its laziness, with a faint hoarseness.

Each word spat out from between his lips and teeth, like a beating note, a series of words, like a warm cup of coffee, lingering on his lips and teeth.

Ling Qianyi felt more relaxed and relieved than ever, and fell asleep after a while.

The stars are bright outside, and tomorrow should be a fine sunny day.

Feng Yinxiu stopped the story, glanced at the person who was already asleep, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up a drunken smile.

Her eyebrows are not as thick and domineering as ordinary men, but have the delicate and elegant demeanor of a gentle son, and her slender eyelashes are sparkling, which is really a little long. The bridge of the nose is high and the lips are closed, dyed with a layer of red. The fair face is softer and more charming in the moonlight.

"Ling Qiyi, you are really, like a goblin. If you are a woman, you must be a disaster for the country and the people. Feng Yinxiu's slightly cool fingertips slowly skimmed her delicate eyebrows like a porcelain doll, "If you are a demon concubine of the country, then I am willing to be a faint monarch, regardless of the country." ”

At that moment, he seemed to suddenly remember the story of the princes of Zhou Youwang's beacon fire, if he was King Zhouyou, for the smile of the person in front of him, I am afraid that the world of beacon opera would not care.

Hehe, everyone says that he is a faint king, a faint king who is obsessed with women, but no one pays attention to him as an infatuated species who does not love the country and loves beauty?

I don't know if the moonlight is too soft, shining on the faces of the sleeping people, without the sharp eyebrows and eyes in the daytime, adding a bit of sultry and charming atmosphere.