Chapter 120: Little Wolf Puppy X Lady (12)

The ship was a bit cold, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and cold wind still penetrated the gap. Cen Simiao was lying on the bed, her cheeks were red, her eyes were charming, the buttons on her neck were torn open, and she bit her lower lip tightly.
Yang Fuqing's eyes were deep and his breathing was more intense. He kissed Cen Simiao's neck, leaving a red mark. His hands were restless.
Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, her clothes were taken off, and Bai Nun's skin was exposed in front of Yang Fuqing. He seemed to be very hungry, and his strength was particularly strong.
Cen Simiao felt a little pain, didn't hold back a snoring sound, and was charming from the bone. Yang Fuqing looked up at her, Cen Simiao's cheeks were flushed, and the charm of the corners of her eyes was particularly obvious, but her eyes were opposite, somewhat cold, seemingly unwilling.
Yang Fuqing rubbed her fair skin with her fingertips, her eyes darkened, and remembered what she had just said to Li Zhixiu, her mouth twitched, and she saw a little resistance at the moment, and he sneered.
The action on the hand was more vigorous, and Cen Simiao breathed lightly.
He raised an eyebrow. "The liar."
It's a lie to say that he likes him long ago.
Yang Fuqing pinched Cen Simiao's chin and kissed him fiercely, breathing harder and fiercer. He was hot, holding Cen Simiao tightly, and didn't let go again.
She was crying, her voice was soft, she just felt like she was about to fall apart.
Until noon the next day, the door was opened by Yang Fuqing again. He was holding a wooden barrel in his hand, and the hot water inside was white gas. He went to the tub and poured the water in.
Cen Simiao was lying on the bed, the bed veil was down to cover her body, but just now Yang Fuqing opened the door, the wind poured in, and blown the bed veil, staggering a gap, Cen Simiao's body was looming.
Yang Fuqing's eyes darkened and she called her softly, her voice dull. Cen Simao didn't respond. He stared at the bed, reached out and tried the water temperature in the bath tub, which was just right.
Yang Fuqing stepped over and saw her smooth calf exposed outside with a red kiss mark.
Opening the quilt covering her body, Cen Simiao closed her eyes, shook her eyelashes, and couldn't help shrinking, Yang Fuqing hugged her quite gently.
Cen Simiao was lying in his arms, and she heard Yang Fuqing's heartbeat very quickly. She ticked the corner of her mouth, and now she was soft all over and around, unable to lift a little bit of strength.
Feeling the heat in her legs, she frowned, and was then placed in a tub by Yang Fuqing, surrounded by water. Cen Simiao calmed her mood, opened her eyes, and her eyes were calm.
Yang Fuqing was dropping her head, pouring water on her, and washing her body carefully. He seemed to be aware of Cen Simiao's gaze. He paused and looked up.
Cen Simiao leaned on the side of the bath barrel, her lips were a little red and swollen, and there were many kiss marks on Bai Nen's neck. She was very tired, but the charm at the corner of her eyes had not yet faded, her eyes were cold and dull.
Yang Fuqing stared at her, her eyes were dark, her hands washing her arms, suddenly loosened, and dived into the water.
Cen Simao suddenly had a short breath, and the expression on her face became embarrassed. She subconsciously grabbed Yang Fuqing's hand, but he held it down instead. Cen Simiao was more anxious, and his coldness was finally broken by him.
He drew a corner of his mouth: "I was just in bed, but you used everything I taught you, why are you cold at me now?"
Cen Simiao looked up at him.
However, Yang Fuqing was stung for a moment, and she couldn't help humming.
For several days later, Cen Simiao was unable to get out of bed. Even after leaving the bed, she was held by Yang Fuqing, and the two have been tired together. She was especially cooperative when she became rich, but just after it ended, Cen Simiao's attitude became lukewarm again.
Yang Fuqing had some grievances.
He stayed in Cen Simiao's bed for a few days, and finally the people under him began to look for him. After all, they are now in trouble with the court. If there is no one to support the scene, I am afraid the heart will be scattered.
Yang Fuqing was particularly impatient. He didn't want to leave Cen Simiao for a while, but couldn't help it. He frowned and was very emotional.
Cen Simao didn't bother, so she stayed in bed for a while, and heard Yang Fuqing chant in her ear and didn't want to go out. Cen Simiao listened to the annoyance, put up with it, and fell aside to sleep.
He was better, unaffected, and muttered for almost half an hour.
Cen Simiao felt that her ears were buzzing so badly that she sat up, took a pillow, and threw it at him, her eyes frowning. Yang Fuqing froze, hugged the pillow, and bowed his head in grief.
After a while, she went out obediently.
Cen Simiao breathed a sigh of relief, but she was somewhat at ease. She glanced at the door, and the window reflected the shadows of two people, presumably the person standing outside looking at her.
She rubbed her forehead and continued to lie down, feeling really sleepy.
The system asked: "Well, you don't care about Li Zhixiu?"
Cen Simiao yawned: "What? He's stunned."
The system shook his head and glanced at Cen Simiao's counterattack progress in his life. He had already completed more than half of it, but now he dropped a lot, and continued to drop.
Although a few days ago, Li Zhixiu listened to what Cen Simiao said in his mouth, the stimulation was not small, and he personally watched Yang Fuqing holding Cen Simiao to the bedroom, and he must be very hated.
But the progress bar didn't fluctuate much at that time. Instead, these two days fell off almost instantly.
The system was particularly puzzled. He quickly went to the thigh with a hug for advice, and the answer was that Li Zhixiu should be in danger of life and not live for a few days.
It just started to get nervous.
Cen Simiao didn't feel right: "Yang Fuqing promised me not to kill him at this time."
The system sighed: "Yes, don't kill. But when you saw Li Zhixiu that day, how long could he look like that?"
Cen Simiao frowned.
The system is particularly proud: "Do you think I'm really smart?"
Cen Simao rubbed her eyebrows, looked at the door, picked up the medicine that Yang Fuqing used to wipe her from bruising kiss marks on the table, held it in her arms, and opened the door.
There were two men with swords standing outside, with a majestic expression. Seeing Cen Simiao come out and quickly salute. She squinted her eyes and asked one of them to take her to Li Zhixiu and the other to tell Yang Fuqing.
The two men froze, and hesitated, Cen Simiao raised his eyebrows: "Although Yang Fuqing made you look at me, I was mainly afraid that I would be in danger. If something happened to me when I returned to the house, what would you do? ? "
They suddenly looked ugly.
Cen Simiao raised his mouth and said, "Take me to see Li Zhixiu. Yang Fuqing won't say anything if you follow me. Not to mention, I still find someone to report to him."
They looked at each other and were still hesitating. Cen Simiao had stepped out of the door, and the man wanted to reach out to stop, but he didn't dare, so he could only follow.
Cen Simiao had just taken a few steps, but it was clearly a flat road, but suddenly fell from the middle. She almost stomped her feet, fell to the ground, looked up, and a net rushed over her head.
Lying down.
The person behind him hurried over and pleaded with Cen Simiao: "You have been wronged, please bear more."
Immediately after she was restrained, the man brought Cen Simiao back to the room, and pulled out a chain from her arms. It seemed to have an explanation and was very rough.
One end was tied to the edge of the bed, and the other end was wrapped in a soft cloth and put on Cen Simiao's wrist. She struggled back and forth, her face somber and let him go, the man did all this without saying a word, kneeling on the ground and scratching her head.
"Subordinates are also instructed to act, please be patient."
As soon as the voice fell, the door was opened. Cen Simiao looked up, Yang Fuqing stood there with his back straight, there was some gloom between his eyebrows, his clothes were blown by the wind, his clothes swayed, and the whole person was quite cold .
Yang Fuqing walked towards the bed, his eyes kept staring at Cen Simao. He looked at her handcuffed wrists, adding coldness to his eyes. He leaned down and gently held her hand: "Why am I just Go, you won't be obedient? "
Men especially look at the color and quickly exit to close the door.
Cen Smiao pursed her lips and said directly, "How is Li Zhixiu's injury?"
Yang Fuqing frowned and snorted, with anger on his face: "You have a deep affection for him and care about him all the time."
Cen Simiao changed his question: "How much did you hit him?"
Yang Fuqing raised her chin, pushed her to the bed, and reached out to loosen her collar. Cen Simao did not stop, but cooperated extremely, covering his earlobe, Yang Fuqing's eyes tightened instantly.
He was even more angry now, pinching Cen Simiao's chin: "You please me for him?"
Cen Smiao squinted her eyes, no sound.
Yang Fuqing gritted his teeth and tightened his jaw: "I beat him with only one breath and won't let him die. The doctor next to me looked at him. If he couldn't hold it, he would be cured. He would just die. "
His eyebrows were gloomy: "After all, I answered you and don't kill him for the time being."
Cen Simiao breathed a sigh of relief, and her tight body suddenly softened, and Yang Fuqing could clearly feel that his expression between the eyebrows was getting more and more gloomy.
Yang Fuqing clenched Cen Simiao's arm tightly and pulled open her clothes button. Cen Simiao was turned over by him, his face next to the quilt, feeling that he was moving behind him.
His voice was deep and possessive: "You can't escape here."
Cen Simao struggled to turn to see him, but her eyes were dark and dizzy. Her head dangled from the quilt. It took a long time to get better. Yang Fuqing noticed that she was sad and reluctant to be with him Together, the action became fiercer.
Cen Simiao frowned: "You lightly, I'm upset."
He grinned.
In the past, Cen Simiao has been tortured on the bed, and sometimes she takes a bath. It is also Yang Fuqing who hugs her personally. Cen Simiao has never felt the feeling of stepping on the ground these days. His possessiveness is getting stronger and stronger, and he can't wait to leave.
Even when Cen Simiao was absent-minded occasionally, Yang Fuqing would be unhappy and grim. Cen Simiao was a little bored and frowned, especially annoying.
She occasionally heard that Yang Fuqing talked about rebellion with the people under her hands, and Cen Simiao guessed that Yang Fuqing should now have an advantage.
She is delicious and delicious these days, but dizziness is getting more and more frequent. This symptom has appeared since Li Fu. Cen Simiao didn't care about it at the time, thinking that she didn't rest well, but now I feel something is wrong.
She called the system.
The system is particularly refreshing: "This is because the original host's body function is too poor. Even with our energy support, it is still very weak, so it is likely that it will not last for a few days."
Cen Simiao opened her eyes instantly: "What the are you doing?"
The system became well-behaved: "No, no. I gave you a gold finger against the sky, you can die once, just grab and die before the original owner can't hold it."
"Because when the Golden Finger is triggered, there will be a strong energy burst out, and then the original body can absorb it, and then continue to support it."
Cen Simiao resisted the urge to strangle it.
She has a good strategy now, so why have to toss it to death once. If this is the case, Yang Fuqing will definitely be more blackened.
When she reappears, it is estimated that it will take many years. If Yang Fuqing finds her again, it is estimated that she really does not want her life and hurt her muscles.
In the evening, Cen Simiao was lying on the bed staring, eyes staring, and heard the door ring, she did not turn to look. The sound of familiar footsteps sounded. As in the past, he took less than ten steps and walked to her bed.
Yang Fuqing leaned down, her eyes soft, and kissed Cen Simiao's lips. Seeing her stupid eyes, Yang Fuqing's voice was low and she coaxed her softly, bringing Cen Simiao's broken strands behind her ears.
"Good, I know you're afraid of boredom, but I'm also afraid you'll run away."
His eyes were dark and he stroked the chain: "This way you will stay with me."
Cen Simiao looked up: "Come here."
Yang Fuqing was particularly obedient and put her face over her. She bent her eyes, raised her head, and kissed him on the cheek. Yang Fuqing's eyes suddenly exulted, the lines of the five senses were much softer.
He stared at Cen Simiao for a long time, and suddenly buried her chin in her shoulder socket. Cen Simiao felt a warmth, and the clothes there gradually became wet.
Cen Simiao sighed.
After a few days, Cen Simiao's body became weaker and weaker, and she could not see it from the outside, but she could feel the strength disappearing day by day. Yang Fuqing laughed more and more on his face. When he saw Cen Simiao, he kissed her fiercely.
He is now more practical, knowing that the chain is there, Cen Simiao will never escape. Yang Fuqing has begun preparations for the wedding, and she intentionally made a lotus flower, which she wanted to give to Cen Simiao.
Cen Simiao didn't say a word, didn't give Yang Fuqing too much response, but he was still very excited, and every day when he slept, his mouth was bent.
She glanced at the progress bar and gritted her teeth to call the system out.
Researched the cheat it gave.
The system thoughtfully read the instructions for use: "Need to run up, you must not be touched by others during use, otherwise the golden finger will fail."
Cen Simiao frowned. "Run-up? Why are you so troublesome with a golden finger?"
The system is serious: "Although we are cheats, we also talk about scientific principles. Have you never heard the phrase that you can exceed time as long as you run fast enough?"
Go to your uncle.
She glanced at the chain and looked at the people looking outside. In this situation, can she go out? Cen Simiao glanced at the house again, the place was too small, and without two steps, he reached the root of the wall.
A few days later, Yang Fuqing went to Cen Simiao with the ready-made piranha flower. He looked very gentle, and the gloom of the past had disappeared: "Do you like it?"
He stared at her eagerly.
Cen Simiao's eyelashes were drooping, and her heart was a little sour, and her body could no longer drag on. She lifted her eyes, her arms around his neck actively, and said softly, "You hold me out."
Yang Fuqing's expression softened and she agreed.
Ceng Simiao felt that her arms were much lighter when she unlocked the chain. She was only held in her arms by Yang Fuqing. The cold wind outside the boat was particularly severe, even though she was wrapped in thick clothes.
Yang Fuqing held her tightly and lowered her head and asked, "Would you like to go back?"
Cen Simiao glanced out of the boat, the place was large, she narrowed her eyes and shook her head. Yang Fuqing responded and continued to hold her forward. Suddenly Cen Simao pulled his collar, and Yang Fuqing bowed her head subconsciously, but met Cen Simiao's lips.
She is particularly enthusiastic.
Yang Fuqing was panting fiercely for an instant, and he always could not help without Cen Simiao's agitation, not to mention her enthusiasm for the first time.
He turned to where he lived, and Cen Simiao noticed that his lips were separated from him. Yang Fuqing's eyes were puzzled. She put them in his ears and panted lightly, "I won't go back, it's cold. You go back by yourself. Get me a dress. "
Yang Fuqing frowned, with unhappy expression on her face, looking at the subordinates standing next to her, and just about to ask them to go, she heard Cen Simiao saying, "Don't you care that they touched my clothes?"
He clenched his lips.
Cen Simiao looked up: "Where can I go with them?"
Yang Fuqing still didn't move and wanted to take Cen Simiao back to get it. She froze in Yang Fuqing's arms, her voice softened: "I don't want to go back now, it's so cold."
His eyelashes trembled, and Cen Simiao was put down, and he reluctantly walked away, turning back in two steps. At last he couldn't see his back, Cen Simiao tightened his jaw, looked at the person standing next to him, and squinted his eyes.
She pretended to call Yang Fuqing, took a step and ran towards the direction he left, and the people on both sides did not follow him. I just felt that I was usually weak, and suddenly I had a lot of energy, but she still couldn't run fast.
Yang Fuqing, who didn't go far, heard her shouting, "Yang Fuqing waits for me, I'll go with you."
He listened very well, but Cen Simiao didn't use much voice, but still passed to Yang Fuqing's ear. With a smile on his eyebrow, he quickly turned around, stepped back, and went to Cen Simiao.
As soon as Yang Fuqing raised her eyes, she saw that Cen Simiao had run over. He bent his eyes and reached out to hug her. Cen Simiao's expression suddenly flustered. She turned her lips pale and stopped.
Yang Fuqing noticed something was wrong, and frowned and walked quickly. Cen Simiao froze and saw the clothes on her body emit an inconspicuous light. The system quickly said: "The golden finger has been triggered and is starting up. Don't be touched."
Yang Fuqing also noticed the sudden light on Cen Simiao's clothes. His eyes tightened and his voice was a little panicky: "Come here."
Cen Simiao looked at him, Yang Fuqing was about to come over, and she said softly, "Wait for me to come back."
Yang Fuqing's eyes were dark, and he could not see the emotion, but his expression was as crazy as if he didn't hear what Cen Simiao said, and rushed towards her.
Cen Simiao's golden finger was still activated. She pursed her lips and glanced behind them. The people also noticed that they were wrong and chased after them.
The system has been urging: "Oh my god! What do you do! You will be caught! You will be dead by then!"
Cen Simiao shuddered, turned around, and jumped into the sea. Suddenly splashed waves. Yang Fuqing almost touched her with her fingertips.
He had a blank brain, and then jumped down. The salty sea water suddenly poured into the nose, and Yang Fuqing opened her eyes to find Cen Simiao. She was not far away, and the light on her clothes was getting stronger and stronger.
Yang Fuqing was desperately swimming towards her, and felt very anxious that she was about to lose her. Cen Simiao had lost her consciousness and closed her eyes.
He was getting closer and closer to Cen Simao, and at last he was almost there. Yang Fuqing raised hope in her heart. When she was about to catch her, Cen Simao disappeared almost instantly, and there was only a sea of ​​water in front of him.
Yang Fuqing stared blankly, her heart seemed to be choked off.