Chapter 645: After the blackening of the prince

A Zhao feels that she is crazy.
Feng Wei said that I was a madman.
Now, this madman broke into her bedroom with a bright light, and even prepared to go further and go to her bed.
Azhao is certainly not allowed.
Feng Qi smiled extremely badly: "If the mother does not agree, I will retreat now, and I will light the lamp. Let everyone know that I am here."
Azhao: "..."
She said calmly: "Now the Shun Wang and Shijia are trying to find a way to find your fault. If you do this, you will give them a justified reason for crusade."
Feng Qi’s hand was placed on the belt:
After the mother, do you agree to let me in?

Azhao: "I am telling you something serious!"
Feng Xiao whispered: "I am also talking about serious things. I am very sleepy now and want to sleep."
Azhao: "..."
"Go back to your Qinglong Temple and go to sleep."
Feng Qi muttered: "I have been busy recently. I have not closed my eyes for two days and two nights."
A Zhao: "You..."
Feng Qi approached one step, and there was a trace of pity in his tone: "After the mother, I promise, I don't do anything, just want to sleep well."
Azhao: "You can..."
Before she finished, Feng Wei quickly said: "I look at my mother, my heart is stable."
A Zhao has nothing to say.
Feng Wei continues to be pitiful: "After the mother..."
Azhao closed his eyes and turned over, facing his back.
I don't want to care about you at all.
It is also the meaning of "just you."
The plump eyes lit up.
He looked at A Zhao almost obsessed.
She compromised him because she didn't want to let his reputation suffer, but pity his tiredness.
In the end, she still hurts him.
Huge happiness suddenly covered him.
Feng Qi did not speak any more, and took off his robe neatly, lying on the bed with A Zhao.
At the moment he lay down, he was keenly aware that the other person was breathing for a moment.
Feng Qi’s lips swelled, but did not speak.
As if he had said that he did not move his hands and feet, he did not have the inch to sleep, and he slept on her side like that, and the breathing quickly grew.
Azhao slowly opened his eyes.
She moved slightly and turned around, looking at the outline of the man around her by the inconspicuous candlelight.
For a long time, she muttered: "I really hate to die."
As he spoke, he pulled up the quilt and gently put it on his chest—the night was cold and cold, and he was cold.
After Azhao finished this, he was also sleepy. He yawned a little and quickly slept.
After she slept, the Feng Wei, who was lying next to him, slowly picked up the lips.
Obviously, I am very distressed by him.
The mouth is the mother of the heart.
He leaned over to Azhao and covered him with two quilts. Her breath was between her.
Azhao seems to feel that someone is close, but the breath is too familiar and close, she does not feel anything.
Feng Wei gently kissed her on the side of her, carefully raised her hand and put the person in her arms, which made her sleep.
......
On the second day, when Azhao woke up, there were no people around.
She sat up and got some unclear. Was it really true last night, or was it just a dream?
The hand unconsciously moved on the quilt, and cold did not touch a cold thing.
It is a piece of jade.
Translucent and innocent, there seems to be a stream of light.
Her Fuhua Palace has no such thing.

Starting from tomorrow, Gao Lungzhi may have to take a longer vacation. The elders at home are not very good. I will go back early tomorrow morning. I have no chance to update my time in the next few days.