Every word of Xue Sukite poked Feng Liangzheng's dark thoughts, he was not unhappy, nor was he annoyed and angry when he was poked, but a little happy.

The secret pleasure in my heart came from nowhere, "Ah, for so many years, everyone thinks that I am a gentleman and a bamboo, and finally there is someone who thinks that I am a complete madman, and I am a little happy." ”

Xue Sukite looked at him steadily, "Why are you happy?"

"Someone knows you and understands you, why are you unhappy?" Feng Liangzheng chuckled, "I don't have to be a young master praised by everyone, I don't have to be a gentle and tolerant Feng Liangzheng who never makes mistakes in the eyes of others, and I don't have to be the perfect son of anyone's family, I can be in front of a person, I don't have to hide my ugliness, yin, and indulge my emotions, which is worth being happy in itself." ”

"Liar!" Xue Suzheng sneered, she stretched out her hands, put her arms around Feng Liangzheng's neck, and sat on his lap, the two bodies were so close, but their hearts were so far away, Feng Liangzheng's body was slightly stiff, but his face remained unchanged, that face was as cold and white as winter snow, disguised to be able to deceive everyone, the tip of Xue Sukite's nose was almost against the tip of his nose, exhaling like an orchid, intimate, "I'm in your arms, what do you want to do?"

Feng Liangzheng's legs have healed, and he is no longer unconscious at the age of letting Kite play with him, he can clearly feel the warm skin and emotional weight of the person in his arms, the weight that is not heavy, but it cannot be ignored, as if he was born to fit him, perfectly embedded in his arms, hugging each other, warm, and justified.

"You don't want to be a gentleman, you want to indulge your truest thoughts, but do you really dare?" Xue Sukite seemed to caress his face defiantly, the night was slightly cool, his cheeks seemed cold and white, but they were surprisingly hot, against her palm, he could smell the fragrance of requiem flowers on her palm.

"If you really want to indulge, why don't you dare to look at me?" Xue Sukite clinged to his body, soft and boneless against his chest, and even raised his hand and put it on her chest, "You don't want to kiss your cat? You don't want to hug her or not? You don't want to tear her clothes and cry under her?"

Xue Sukite's last sentence was extremely sarcastic, "But you don't dare!"

The moonlight is gentle, and the secret guards hidden in all directions look at the nose and nose one by one, or numbly admiring the moon, or numbly looking at the night, listening to the birdsong in the deep mountains and old forests, no one dares to look at the courtyard.

"Really?" Feng Liangzheng tilted her head slightly, her cheek pressed against her palm, as if she was enjoying and being in love.

He has a pair of wise, penetrating eyes, dark and bright, when smiling, in such an ambiguous atmosphere, he usually judged the two of them peacefully, and gave birth to a little charm for no reason, he swept off the floating light and other sundries on the table, so that these sundries, smoothly fell in the courtyard, he pinched the princess's waist, hugged her and pressed her on the stone table, as if he was afraid that she would knock, one hand held the back of her head, lest she hit the stone table, leaned over and kissed her, but the action was not so gentle.

The rough, intense kiss shattered the tenderness of the moonlight, and he imprisoned her and pressed her against the stone table, as if doing a matter of course.

He told Xue Su Kite with practical actions.

He dares!

Xue Sukite was a little suffocated by the kiss, but not to be outdone, she and Feng Liangzheng had explored each other's bodies countless times in their previous life, and they were proficient in this way, and they were often addicted.

Compared to Feng Liangzheng, who has no memory, she is much more familiar.