His kiss fell from her ear, winding down her neck. He slowly loosened his grip on her, and his hand landed on her shoulder, easily removing the garment she had messed up when she had removed her armor.

Wanwan's heart seemed to jump out of her cavity, and she forgot to breathe. The crispy numb became more and more out of strength.

He did not continue to take off her loose shirt, but put his hand on her waist for a moment, and then began to gently pull the belt of the dress.

Wan Wan suddenly regained her breath, she grabbed Feng Qingcheng's hand and didn't let him move. I opened my mouth, but I felt that it was difficult to speak.

Shaking her head in a mess, she said, "Didn't you say you would wait until my soul loss was cured. ”

Feng Qingcheng raised his head and lightly imprinted it on her forehead, and said, "I regret it." ”

There is obviously a taste of ** in his voice, and the already beautiful voice is like a poppy at the moment, which makes people know that they shouldn't but still can't help but want to get closer to the past.

Wan Wan's legs were a little weak and couldn't stand, she stretched out her hand and pushed him, at the moment she couldn't exert much strength, so naturally she couldn't push him for half a minute.

Her head was still not too soft, but she finally found the point again, "You, aren't you talking to the little lady of the Xiao family very happily." ”

Feng Qingcheng's movements paused, and his eyes were full of puzzlement, "Xiao Peixi? When do I have a good conversation with her? ”

Wan Wan said confidently: "Mid-Autumn Festival Palace Banquet." ”

Feng Qingcheng suddenly understood the reason. She must have had a misunderstanding, that's why she had that kind of look in her eyes that night, and she would say something like that.

His voice really slowed down, "She's my playmate when I was a kid,......"

Halfway through the explanation, he stopped again. He cupped Wanwan's face and said seriously: "I was wrong. From now on, if it is not necessary to socialize, I will not say half a word to her. Even if you are social, you try to avoid it as much as possible, and only ask others to go. ”

When he said this, and was looked at by him like this, Wan Wan's heart seemed to completely melt into a jar of wine, and infinite joy and excitement were born in that intoxication.

So, she didn't have a self-inflicted misunderstanding before. It's that his heart has really begun to like her.

In her excitement and joy, she felt that his hand holding her skirt was slowly withdrawing.

Wan Wan immediately stopped his movements again.

Feng Qingcheng's movements froze slightly, looked at her, and then retreated again. Wan Wan held him with both hands, and froze with him like a tug-of-war about the whereabouts of the nepotism. He froze with her for a moment, and then he really exerted his strength. This time he was no longer gentle, but quickly pulled the strap away. Then he ignored the other skirt and pulled it directly at her skirt.

Wan Wan was in a hurry, and hurriedly closed her eyes and confessed: "I, I'm here." ”

Feng Qingcheng laughed, but there was a thin annoyance in that smile that couldn't be hidden, "Kwai Shui? I ran to fight with others, and then sat in the cool breeze and drank at least a few large jars of cold wine. Now you tell me that you are here? ”

Wan Wan couldn't help nodding and said, "It's really Kwai Shui." I didn't realize until the end. I just wanted to see if my skirt was stained, so I accidentally fell downstairs. And you see I've changed my clothes. If it weren't for the fact that I came to Kwai Shui, I would have nothing to change into clothes. ”

Feng Qingcheng looked at her fixedly, and after looking at her for a long time, he let go of her, straightened the loose skirt for her, and then turned around and left the room.

Wan Wan waited for a long time and didn't see him come back, and the anger suddenly came up.

He's gone, isn't he? Let's go!

She should be the one who is obviously angry, why is he still gasping! Wan Wan kicked over a drum stool in annoyance, and then picked up the pitiful and miserable holy decree on the table.

She knew there was a craftsman who would fix this. Even the ancient paintings of the past dynasties can be restored, but it should not be difficult to remove the stains. It is inconvenient for outsiders to know about the defacement of the holy decree, but she can go and learn the craft.

Wan Wan's holy decree was paved, and her heart suddenly cooled by half.

Even the handwriting is blurred, is there any salvation for this?

It is a great sin to deface the Divine Decree, but it is an even greater sin for the person who does not keep it well. If she still wants to continue to live comfortably, the only solution seems to be to pretend that she does not have this decree, and never let a third person see it.

Wan Wan took a cotton towel and wiped the stains on the holy decree in vain. - This is what King Yan exchanged for his military exploits. Even if she doesn't plan to use it, if it's still intact, maybe she can return it and ask the official family for something useful for him.

Just as she was wiping the holy decree, the door of the house suddenly opened again.

Wan Wan turned her head and saw Feng Qingcheng standing at the door carrying a coarse porcelain soup can.

She blinked, and when she saw that he was indeed standing there, she said, "Why do you walk without a sound?" ”

Feng Qingcheng didn't answer her words, but stared at the holy decree under her hand and said, "What are you doing?" ”

Wan Wan looked at the holy decree that was unfolded by her and was being wiped, and immediately felt that it was not easy to explain. She couldn't say it, because this was a good intention of King Yan, that is, she didn't plan to use it, but she had to put it away.

Wan Wan had no choice but to continue wiping it up, pretending to be calm and said, "I'll wipe it clean so that it can be hidden." ”

Feng Qingcheng closed the door, walked closer and put the soup can in the center of the holy decree, lifted the lid and handed a spoon to her, "Drink." ”

Wan Wan saw a dark shadow in the soup jar, and there was a cloud of heat on it, and she couldn't tell what it was. But she didn't hesitate, for fear that if she was one step slower, she would put the whole pot of soup together with the holy decree.

The soup has a faint aroma of herbs, and the slightly sweet taste wraps the warmth and slides down the stomach and abdomen, flowing out of the whole body.

This jar doesn't look like something from the Dingbei Hou Mansion, and there should be no shops open in the middle of the night. Where did he get this?

Wan Wan wanted to ask, but when she raised her eyes, she saw that he was looking at her.

Feng Qingcheng saw her looking up at herself, so she smiled slightly and said, "It's not clean to hide, it's better to burn it." It's all gone, and no third person knows about it. ”

Where is this laughing, this is simply more terrible than laughing in the distant night.

It's hard to say yes, and it's hard to say no. He lowered his head and continued to drink the soup. She always felt that the Fengqing City in front of her seemed to be a completely changed person. He has always been good-natured and has always been obedient to her. He used to be like a big good cat in front of her, but now she has become a cat in front of him.

Tonight's Fengqing City shouldn't have been worn.

If it is worn, it should not have a memory of the past.

Wan Wan drank the pot of soup in a cranky thought. Feng Qingcheng went out for a while, brought in a basin of hot water, wet the cotton towel and wrung it out, walked over and wiped it on her face, and then took her hand and wiped it carefully.

After drinking the can of soup, Wan Wan felt that her lower abdomen was warm, and her head was much more comfortable.

She looked at Feng Qingcheng in front of her, tried hard to recall what happened tonight, and finally caught a little bit and asked tentatively, "I don't seem to have said that I miss you." ”

Feng Qingcheng said "um" and said, "It's me who misses you." ”