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He was still wearing the white cotton shirt, black cardigan and black straight-leg trousers, looking elegant and handsome.

However, Feng Jiu knew very well that this man was more savage and ferocious than a wolf in his bones.

Because, she knows it very well.

If you provoke him, don't think about giving up.

The autumn breeze was blowing outside the window, but the temperature inside the house was a little high.

Because Feng Jiu suddenly felt a little hot after unbuttoning the button on Long Yutian's shirt.

The man's tight and firm chest was half-hidden and half-exposed, and he saw Feng Jiu's heartbeat suddenly quicken, and he swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

Grabbing the placket of his shirt, Feng Jiu's thin white fingers slowly curled up hard, and then slowly faded to the sides.

As a result, his entire chest was unconcealed in front of her eyes.

Broad, hard, with undulating muscle lines, and under the light, the sun-colored skin shines and flows......

In Feng Jiu's mind, the enchanting night once again appeared uncontrollably......

She was besieged under this chest, with nowhere to run......

Taking a deep breath and dissipating the memories that she had hidden in the depths of her heart, Feng Jiu took off his shirt without squinting, and quickly took off his trousers, helping him up from the couch with only a pair of underwear.

Carefully carrying him on his back, Fengjiu walked to the bathroom step by step, carefully put him down, and then gritted his teeth to get him into the bath in his sleep.

He was so tall that when he lay down, he held the bath to the brim.

Looking at the man lying motionless in the bath on his back, Feng Jiu reached out and wiped the sweat on his head, thinking that he was really unaccustomed to not having true qi, and now she was like a delicate ordinary woman, this feeling was really bad.

Looking down at Long Yutian's big red face like Guan Gong, Feng Jiu bent down and reached out to touch it, it was still very hot.

Feng Jiu frowned, turned around and took a towel and walked over, squatted on the edge of the bath, wet the towel and wrung it out, then folded it into a long strip and put it on Long Yutian's forehead.

After that, Feng Jiu squatted on the edge of the bath so casually, with his arms crossed on his knees, tilting his head slightly, and quietly staring at Long Yutian's face.

At this moment, he is like a different person, he no longer has his usual coldness and invincibility, and his facial features have become soft and quiet.

The slender sword-like eyebrows frowned slightly, and it seemed that even in a coma, it was extremely uncomfortable.

Closed eyes with a layer of jet-black eyelashes on the lower eyelids.

Feng Jiu found out that his eyelashes were actually so long, and he was sleeping quietly with his eyes closed, which was almost exactly the same as Xiao Ling, which made Feng Jiu have to sigh at the magic of blood.

Under the straight nose, the thin lips like a sharp edge were slightly open, because of the high fever, the breathing was rapid and messy, and the lip flaps were also a little pale, and they were already chapped and peeled.

Feng Jiu couldn't help but frown again, she stretched out a finger, dipped some water in the bath, and then gently touched his chapped lips, and then gently wiped it away.

Lips moistened with water look much better.

At this moment, his water-stained lips suddenly moved slightly, as if whispering something.

Fengjiu raised an eyebrow.

It's supposed to be a dream talk, right?

It's just that his voice was a little small and a little vague, and Feng Jiu didn't hear it clearly.

Everyone says that they spit out the truth in their dreams, and they don't know whether it's true or not?

Thinking of this, Feng Jiu hurriedly got up and came to his mouth, pricking up his ears and listening carefully.