Feng Qian's face turned red in an instant, and she didn't know if she was choked or ashamed by her own obscene thoughts. But it turns out that the creature "man" is best at being a false serious.

Don't look at him at this second, he is still as warm as jade and personable, and in the next second, he will definitely be able to turn into a hungry wolf and eat you to the point that there are no bones left.

Feng Qian proved this with personal pain.

In the red luan tent, ** is full of joy.

The quality of the big bed in Fengyang Palace is good, and there is not even a little "crunching" sound, but it is accompanied by the impact of the two people's bodies, and at the same time, there is also the jingle of wind chimes at the head of the bed.

Crisp and pleasant, it seems to be accompanied by the most beautiful rhythm in the world.

"Jun ...... Jun Moying, you are light...... Kindness...... Light, a little ......"

"Little thing, forgot? We said during the day that we can't spare you tonight......"

“…… Who told you good...... Yes...... Ming, obviously you are talking to yourself! ”

"You didn't refute it at the time, I promised you......"

Your sister didn't refute it! Did you give me a chance to refute it?

Feng Qian gasped sharply, and before he could scold, he was stimulated by a heavy impact, and then he didn't remember what he was going to say at all.

In the end, Feng Qian really couldn't withstand the impact of both Venus and white light, and cried and begged: "Jun Moying, Moying ......"

"Huh?"

"No...... Yes...... No, don't ......"

"No, I do."

******

This night, as Jun Moying said during the day, no matter how Feng Qian begged for mercy, he just refused to let her go, as if he had taken a stimulant, pulling her over and over again, upside down.

At the end, his eyes were deep, and he repeated in her ear over and over again: "Shallow, never leave my ......"

After three hundred rounds of hearty fighting, Feng Qian was like a puddle of mud on the bed, and he couldn't even move his toes.

On the other hand, a refreshed and well-fed man is not only underbeaten, but still underbeaten.

Feng Qian seemed to vaguely catch a sentence at that time, but because of his delirium, he didn't answer him from beginning to end.

By the time she remembered it again, it was noon the next day.

The wind and sun were beautiful outside, and the weather was fine, so Feng Qian asked people to move a couch and put it in the courtyard and lay there to bask in the sun.

Suddenly, a cyan bird flew in from beyond the red wall, circled straight above her head three times, and then flew to the branch of a large tree next to it and rested, but its beak was chirping.

Feng Qian couldn't tell the annoyance in his heart, but he felt that the bird's cry was surprisingly noisy, and he wanted people to drive it away.

But when I looked at the bird for a long time, I couldn't say anything when it came to my mouth.

She frowned, lifted the mattress on her body, and got up and walked over.

The bird was not afraid of life at all, and did not fly away when it saw someone passing by, but pestle on the branch like a stake.

Feng Qian blinked, then stood on tiptoe and poked it twice: "Silly bird, aren't you afraid that I will stew you and eat it?" ”

The bluebird's wings shook violently, and the next second, it immediately flapped its wings and flew away.

Feng Qian was dumbfounded.

Can this stupid bird understand her?

The sense of disobedience in Feng Qian's heart became stronger and stronger.

Among the flowers, a little palace maid stood there with a broom, slowly withdrew her gaze from her, and then continued to clean the courtyard as if nothing had happened.