"I thought you took my clothes to make one for me," Shen Qianjie sighed, helplessly looking at her sudden anger, "Well, you can cut it if you want." ”

He turned and walked towards the door, only to hear: "Stop, come back!" ”

Shen Qianjue's footsteps stopped, and when he turned around, his expression had recovered indifference: "Anything else?" ”

Feng Nuanyang strode over, clamped his shoulders with both hands, leaned over, his nose was close to his person, sniffing carefully from top to bottom.

Shen Qianjue was a little unnatural, and his face was a little embarrassed: "What are you doing?" I haven't showered yet. ”

"Don't move!" Feng Nuanyang opened his mouth to scold and ordered, "Turn around!" ”

The corners of her mouth twitched, and finally she did as she said, but she had already pressed her whole face against him, rubbing it gently.

He suddenly felt a fire on his face, and a wave of charm rose in his heart, surrounded by her breath, which made him extraordinarily stable, even if she lost her temper, he felt that he could bear it.

"You didn't go to the brothel today?" Feng Nuanyang didn't smell the marymary, his heart relaxed, and he asked angrily.

Ying Qianjue turned his back to her, listening to the sound of the brothel, and suddenly all the good things were gone, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "What am I going to do in that place?" ”

He turned around and looked at the woman who was glaring at him a little speechlessly, reached out and touched her forehead, and said with concern: "Don't have a fever, just talk some nonsense!" ”

Feng Nuanyang slapped his hand directly, "Don't touch me with your dirty hands!" ”

The green tendons on her forehead rose up, looking at the eyes of real disgust and disgust in her eyes, she gritted her teeth: "Feng Nuanyang, you say it again!" "Other women want to care about themselves, but they can't get it, she's good, and she blatantly dislikes it, is it that she spoils her too much during this time?

"I said, don't touch me with your dirty hands after visiting the brothel!" Feng Nuanyang said a word, his eyes burned with flames, and he was extremely angry.

Shen Qian was in a state of anger, but he didn't feel a little strange when he heard her mention the brothel twice, where had he ever been to such a dirty place, "Are you sure you're sober?" ”

"You're not sober!" Feng Nuanyang glared at him viciously, turned around and walked to the table, picked up a strip of cloth, and handed it over: "This is evidence, don't try to deny it." ”

Shen Qianjue carefully pasted his face, sniffed it carefully, and sure enough, he smelled a strange smell, thinking of the scene of that day, he didn't feel that he twitched the corners of his mouth, and scolded Feng Yuanche thousands of times in his heart.

"Smell it, this is a special incense for brothels, there are so many on your clothes, you dare to say that you didn't go?" Feng Nuanyang's eyes were full of fierce light, and he looked at him full of accusation and anger.

Shen Qianjue was very helpless in his heart, he was purely spoofed by Feng Yuanche's kid, but looking at the anger burning in her eyes, a strange feeling rose in his heart, this was the first time he had seen her be so angry with herself, if she didn't care about herself, how could she be so angry?

Thinking about it like this, he felt better in his heart, and even his calm face softened, "Nuan Yang, do you care about me?" ”

Feng Nuanyang's breath was suffocated, and she looked at him proudly hooking the corners of her mouth, she was a little unnatural, "Call me sister ......"

Shen Qianjue smiled lightly, reached over and held her hand, interlocking his fingers with her, but his voice was with irrefutable persistence: "I won't touch any woman except you!" ”