Chapter 1570: Too, too real

She struggled subconsciously, tilting her head back slightly, trying to avoid the kiss first.
Feng Xiaoxun's lips slipped and she smiled: "Since you think it's dreaming, what do you hide?"
His voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of forbearance.
The moment she hugged her, Feng Xiaoxun unexpectedly discovered that his man's majesty had recovered--
Her breath, her soft lips, and tender skin are as sweet as ever, which is the taste of his dreams, which he most desires to have now ...
"Xi Yan--" He sighed and kissed her lips again ...
Fang Xiyan shook slightly.
Xi Yan? He called himself Xiyan? In the previous spring dreams, he never called her name, even if it was called Fei Er, so that she woke up with sweat in a moment ...
It was almost a French kiss. After a short while, he looked up intently, but saw that Fang Xiyan didn't know when to open her eyes, because of the kiss, her eyes seemed to be covered with water vapor, and the lake was intoxicating. However, her eyes were clear at last: "You-you are really ... not a dream ..." Her eyes seemed surprised, unbelievable, and with a touch of unclear words ...
Feng Xiaoxun kissed on her lips again: "Stupid, naturally it is true." He held her wrist and let him touch his face, feel the heat, that real, smile low: "You dream often It's me? "
He knew that at this time Fang Xiyan would often have a spring, dream, but as far as he knew, when a woman pregnant with the flesh of the Qingqiu fox family was dreaming, the man he dreamed of was her favorite man ... ...
It turns out that this girl also loves herself so much! Thanks to her so decisive and fast! It hurt him for so long ...
Fang Xi Yan Qiao's face turned red slightly, looking at the magnificent face before her eyes, and her heartbeat was like a drum.
After leaving for so long, I realized that this embrace has always been her extreme thirst, hope, and now re-entering this embrace, smelling the familiar tea fragrance of his body, I do not know in my heart whether it is joy or astringent murmur. Reason made her want to break away from the embrace that should not belong to her, but the emotional emotion made her reluctant. She struggled a little, wondering when her eyes were red and her lips were pursed: "But ... but I'm not your sexier." The voice trembled slightly, and even if she liked him again, she didn't want to be a substitute for others ... ...
"I know." Feng Xiaoxun sighed and hugged her even tighter: "You are Xi Yan, Fang Xi Yan, I only love you now."
Fang Xiyan opened her eyes in disbelief. The surprise came too quickly and too eagerly. She almost didn't believe it: "Then ... what about your fisher? You have come to this age, No, don't you look for it? "
"No need to find it." Feng Xiaoxun shook his head. He is a demon, only obeying the deepest desires in his heart.
What he longs for now is Fang Xiyan, the little girl in his arms, knowing that she is not Feiyue, but the feeling he bets on her is no different from that of Feiyue. The feeling Fang Xiyan gave him was also the feeling of Feiyue ………………………………………………………………………………………… ……………………………………………………………………