"That's what I expected."

Feng Lan smiled, his eyes were slightly downcast, "Those old guys just want to intervene, but it's okay to ......"

"Xing'er,"

As he spoke, the man lowered his eyes, stared at Xiang Xing carefully, and said with a soft smile, "During the period of turtle rest and recuperation, I have already thought of the next strategy for the saint...... So, early tomorrow morning, I will trouble you to invite the Holy Lord over and let me talk to him in detail, okay? ”

“…… Not? ”

Xiang Xing blinked his soft eyes and tilted his little head a little incomprehensibly.

Geng Zhi spoke, "It's only four o'clock now, and what the saint said about being her flower messenger is still following Sister Fenghan, blocking those enthusiastic sons and brothers for her." ”

Instead of letting Situ Ling do such an uncompetitive thing, it is better to call him in and discuss this top priority first, isn't it.

- Hey, why did she suddenly look a little bit like an old mother who hated iron but not steel.

The little guy couldn't help but complain to himself.

But the man in front of him was suddenly stunned.

Then, he hooked the corners of his crimson lips meaningfully, lowered his voice, and asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

"Sister Xing'er, aren't you curious, why did I suddenly wake up?"

“…… So, why? ”

The little guy pursed his lips and asked him very cooperatively.

But I thought in my heart, martial arts masters, isn't it that the higher the internal strength, the faster the recovery.

Unexpectedly, Feng Lan suddenly seemed to have a deep smile, and her peach blossom eyes raised slightly.

His head moved closer to her, and he continued to ask, "You didn't notice...... Is there any difference between me and my daily life? ”

“…… Yes? ”

This question directly confused Xiang Xing.

What's the difference?

She narrowed her soft eyes, couldn't help but stretch her neck, and looked carefully at the man. 1800 Literature

Not.

Eyes are eyes, noses are noses, and the appearance has not changed.

It is......

For some reason, she seemed to think that his ears, which were perfectly contoured, were slightly reddened by candlelight or something.

Moreover, the hand that held him seemed to be a little too hot.

To be exact, it was as if he was sitting across from him, like a mobile stove, faintly emitting heat.

No wonder she doesn't have a stuffy nose anymore.

Come to think of it, the little guy has a small head again.

couldn't help bending his eyes, and said with a smile: "Brother Fenglan, you are like a big stove now, and even the wind and cold of Xing'er have been warmed away~"

“…… Ha. ”

Feng Lan laughed.

But she got a little closer, so close that the tip of her towering nose was about to touch her.

And the dark brown peach blossom eyes were even more full of color, as if there were many villains adding firewood and charcoal to them.

"Right...... I'm like a big furnace at the moment. ”

I only heard him continue to laugh, but the words changed slightly, "However, the firewood and charcoal of this big stove are somehow ...... Some of them can't be burned. ”

"Huh?"

Xiang Xing still didn't understand his vague words at first.

But soon, as if she suddenly realized something, her soft cheeks suddenly flushed with two smudges.

No, it won't be what she thinks......

When the little guy panicked, he finally sniffed a faint mysterious breath.

When she was eating the cake just now, she was disturbed by the fragrance of the cake, and she didn't pay much attention to it.

After being reminded by Feng Lan, she suddenly realized ...... In this bedroom, there is an indescribable, but surprisingly intoxicating aroma everywhere.