Wan Wanheyi was lying on the bed and was about to sleep, when she heard a woman's voice outside the tent.

The voice was soft and soft, and it was lingering and slightly spitting. There was a little depression in the tact, revealing such an indescribable joy.

Wan Wan blinked, and first thought: Feng Han still has this ability.

Then she thought that when people hear their own voices, they are mainly conducted through skeletal muscles, but what others hear is through air. Therefore, the sound you hear is actually different from what others hear.

The voice outside the tent must have mimicked her. It's nothing to learn her voice, and it's nothing to learn people to do that kind of voice, but he, a man, learn her voice and do that kind of sound, which makes her unable to ignore it.

Wan Wan jumped out of bed with a tent, and quickly sent her fist to Feng Han's chin like thunder. Feng Han's neat staggered body flashed, and he punched her on the shoulder, in exchange for an opportunity to restrain her. He took advantage of the wrong moment to reach out and cover Wanwan's mouth and scoop her into his arms.

Her mouth was tightly covered, and she could only make a visibly muffled sound. At the same time, the blow on Feng Han's shoulder made him snort. Because of the sound made by Feng Han before, these two voices also seemed innocent at this moment.

The internal strength of the two of them is comparable, and Wan Wan's miscalculation has already fallen into his clamp, and it is not so easy to counter it.

After several matches, she failed to change the tide of the battle. Wan Wan simply didn't bother with that effort, she raised her hand and pinched a little bit of flesh on Feng Han's shoulder through the light spring shirt, and twisted it fiercely. That place had just been punched hard by her, and at this moment, Feng Han naturally let out a cry of pain.

But Wan Wan didn't expect that he magically rounded the painful sound, and played against himself by taking advantage of the situation.

This trick didn't work, and Wan Wan changed another trick. She pressed her body towards him, ready to find an angle, and threw him an over-the-shoulder throw that she hadn't been able to make when she had just passed.

This post Wan Wan felt something unusual. The touch of his chest always gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Wan Wan slammed her shoulder into his chest a few times, and the familiarity became stronger and stronger.

Feng Han saw that she kept tapping her chest, so he lowered his head and looked at her with a smile in the corner of his eyes. If you ignore his superb and wonderful ventriloquist performance, his expression is still a little ambiguous and confusing at this moment.

Wan Wan gave him a blank look, and then stretched out her hands with lightning speed, stopping his arm with one hand and pulling his shirt with the other.

Feng Han's face changed greatly. In this posture, it is not easy for Wan Wan to break free from him, and he also can't break free from Wan Wan on the premise of not planning to let go of Wan Wan.

In an instant, most of his clothes were pulled apart, and Feng Han simply stopped stopping him, concentrating on continuing his ventriloquist performance towards the wall.

Wanwan petrified and petrified, sluggish and sluggish.

The scene in front of you is not only unexpected, but also unexpected.

The thing under his shirt was exactly the same as the one on hers. She is for the convenience of practicing martial arts, and what is he for? And the strength of this corset on his body was far greater than that on hers.

This salivating face is actually a woman?!

Wan Wan put her palm up with a pair of dull eyes, pressed and scratched, and then she put her fingers between the strap and Feng Han's skin, hooked it outward, turned her head sideways and tried to look inside.

Well, it's a little flat, but it's a woman.

Wan Wan was messy for a while, then let go of her thinking and guessing for a while, and when she was tired of standing, she simply leaned on Feng Han to rest.

Time passed little by little, Wan Wan's center of gravity changed from her left foot to her right foot, and then from her right foot to her left foot, from herself to Feng Han, and back several times. Seeing that the hour was not too late, Wan Wan took Feng Han's hand and wrote two words in her palm, "It's over." ”

She kindly admonished, but she didn't expect Feng Han to become more and more energetic, as if she intended to compete with someone.

Wan Wan was also lazy to pay attention to her, and she went to enjoy herself.

Wan leaned on her and took a nap. A nap followed one nap after another, and Feng Han finally stopped. She put down the hand that had been covering Wanwan's mouth, moved her arms to her waist and gently wrapped her around, lowered her head and chuckled in her ear: "My sister is like this, but you want to fake it with me?" ”

Wan Wan quickly broke free from her, and her figure shook to the table, lifted the whole pot of tea to lift the lid, and poured the full pot of water into her stomach bag with two "tons" sounds.

Feng Han touched his dry throat, tidied up his clothes unhurriedly, and said to Wan Wan silently: "Sister massively." ”

Wan Wan put down the teapot, and then responded to Feng Han's teasing. She pointed to herself, also without making a sound, and expressed word by word with her mouth: "I, gender female, love male." ”

After saying that, he looked Feng Han up and down with disgust.

Feng Han leaned over, raised his eyebrows and said, "There is no doubt that I am a man, but I just gave birth to a woman's body." My sister can't discriminate against me because of this. ”

Wan Wan pointed at Feng Han, and said with a sudden expression: "No wonder you are so happy to withdraw from the marriage, and no wonder you came to me for help." ”

Feng Han grinned and said, "Even though I'm a man, I can't give my sister what she deserves." I can't bear to ask my sister to marry me and be a widow, and the marriage is indeed going to be withdrawn. It's just that my sister brought it up before me, and she has to answer me for something, and I can't explain it in detail. ”

The memories of the former lord can't be obtained, what happened back then, it's not all up to Feng Han's mouth. Wan Wan was skeptical, but she didn't want to talk nonsense with her. It was really not early, she wiped her mouth and walked past Feng Han to the bed, looking ready to rest.

Feng Han reached out and grabbed Wan Wan's arm, and pulled her collar with the other hand.

Wan Wan was shocked, slapped her away and quickly got out, and after dodging a few steps, Wan Wan said to Feng Han righteously: "I'm not interested in women." ”

Feng Han smiled: "My sister said this, which makes me so sad. I just want to make good on my promise and cover up that ugly scar for my sister. ”

When it comes to covering up the scars, Wan Wan is not sleepy. She undressed and exposed the scar on her back to Feng Han.

Feng Han took away the hippie smiling face and took out a small box from his bag. Although the box is small, there are many things inside.

She first took out a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wings, pasted it on the scar behind Wan Wan, and traced the appearance of the scar with a pen. Then she spread the tissue paper on the table, took out a few small porcelain boxes from the box, and opened them for Wan Wan to see.

A few colors of pigments are placed in each porcelain box, exuding a faint and sweet fragrance, like the fragrance of sycamore flowers after the rain.

Feng Han took a few more small pens, dipped them in paint and smeared them on the thin paper for a while, magically transforming the scar into a bunch of sycamore flowers.

"Do you like my sister?"

I have to say that Feng Han's hand-drawn painting is really beautiful, so that Wan Wan likes it when she sees it. It's just that she has already understood that Feng Han's method is to tattoo a tattoo pattern on her scar. Since she wants to tattoo the thorn pattern, she has a more favorite than the sycamore flower.

So Wan Wan immediately asked, "Do you have any other colors?" ”

Feng Han was stunned for a moment, "Why did my sister ask this?" ”

Wan Wan said seriously: "I prefer the beckoning cat." ”