Chapter 1471: Something beyond one's control

Should she do it? Fang Xiyan throbbed with a heart, and her brain suddenly became confused.
If it was the past, she would not hesitate to hit this good opportunity and this big devil!
Instead of hitting his soul, he must be made into a vegetable and let him lie in bed for several years. But now ...
She was a little soft-skinned, and the teacup in her hand seemed to be heavy--
Time passed quietly between her hitting and not hitting--
Fang Xiyan looked down on herself a little bit, she couldn't do it, she couldn't bear it ...
"What are you sitting there for?" I don't know when Feng Xiaoxun opened his eyes, and the light of the night pearl jumped in his eyes, like the stars in the night sky, with a faint glimmer of light.
"No ... nothing." Fang Xiyan exhaled a sigh of relief, missed the opportunity, and finally did not have to tangle between smashing and not smashing!
She didn't know if she was relieved or something else: "Look at your practice and don't want to disturb."
Feng Xiao Xunjun's eyes squinted, and the light fell on the pale fingertips of her teacup, smiling elegantly: "What do you do with such a strong grip on a teacup?"
Fang Xiyan was startled, her fingers loosened, and the tea cup slammed on the floor and fell to pieces. She chuckled: "No-no effort, I don't have much energy, and I want to drink water, but ..."
"Uh-is it?" Feng Xiaoxun's voice suddenly sounded from his ear. He acted as a ghost, and approached her in an instant. The warm breath almost blew on her ears: "What are you so nervous about? Look at you, scared of sweat. "
His sudden approach made Fang Xi's nerves tense, and the ears blown by the heat in his mouth seemed to be roasted by the fire. It was hot, and even half of his face became red ...
She was shocked again when he heard what he said. Did he notice anything?
My heart sank, my face paled again, and cold sweat came from the tip of my nose ...
She wanted to stand up subconsciously, her waist was tight, and she fell into the embrace of a tea-scented flower. Feng Xiaoxun narrowed her eyes slightly, watching her red-and-white conversion with a cheeky face, and she didn't speak for a while.
Fang Xiyan was sitting in his arms, struggling, and he looked stiff again, sweating more on his face.
Feng Xiaoxun smiled, stretched out her long fingers and wiped her forehead and nose, wiped off the sweat beads, and flicked her fingertips, those sweat beads turned into a ray of water and dissipated: "Is it so hot? This You sweat more and more. "
He rubbed his fingers on her skin and twisted slowly, Fang Xiyan couldn't help but make another effort: "Yes ... it's hot, this ghost weather ..."
"Since it's so hot, what else do you wear so thick?" Feng Xiaoxun gently picked her belt at her fingertips: "Why not-take off a few?"
Fang Xiyan just felt the cold hair all over her body, and clenched her belt tightly with both hands: "It's okay-it's not hot, I just lost my body."
Joke, where does she wear thick? In addition to this outer shirt is obscene clothes and pants, isn't she going to streak off a few pieces?
"Now that you know you're weak, don't be blameful." Feng Xiaoxun's voice was lazy, but his words were faint and sharp: "Don't do anything you can't do well."