Chapter 101:

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Suddenly, he backhanded the ghost, and suppressed her hair.
Feng Zhiwei gently "Ouch", clapped his hand, pulled his hair out, said: "Don't make trouble."
The voice is soft, with a little smile, she is always gentle, but has a little more indulgence and thoughtfulness, Ning Yi suddenly feels a cold heart, I don’t know which corner has a small candle, no Searing, but constant warm and bright.
He hurriedly put on his underwear in the bed, and then carefully looked around, his eyes gradually darkened, but then said: "Where did you get the fire?"
Immediately after frowning, he asked again: "Did you move her stuff?"
"I only know what you need." Feng Zhiwei turned his back to him, as if he didn't hear the hesitation in his tone. "No matter how precious it is, life is not important."
Ning Yi fell silent, turned around, and said in a low voice for a while, "Nothing has changed..."
The wind was pouring in through the window muffler, and Feng Zhi, who was wearing semi-wet clothes, was busy sneezing, but he didn't have time to hurt him.
Ning Yi gently stroked her chest, took a pill from the outer robe pocket and took it. Hearing Feng Zhi sneeze slightly, hesitated and said, "You can also take down those tabernacles and burn them."
"Are you willing?" Feng Zhiwei looked back at him with a smile.
"I just don't want you to sneeze at night and keep showing your feet." Ning Yiyong was sitting up, his expression faint.
This man was always so distracted that Feng Zhiwei was too lazy to care for him, burning the brazier vigorously, and heard the human voice behind him: "Drag to the bed."
Really treat me as your maid?
Of course, dissatisfaction turned to dissatisfaction. The girl Feng who was used to being a double-faced man still dragged the brazier with a smile.
"You come here." Ning Yi continued to order lightly.
Feng Zhiwei passed and sat on the edge of the bed.
The man behind him lifted the quilt, and said lightly again: "Come in and divide you half."
Feng Zhiwei stood up and said, "I'm messing with my hair and I'm going to comb my hair."
Suddenly being pinched by the waist, no internal force was used, but the technique was wonderful. Feng Zhiwei immediately softened and was dragged into a warm place.
Heart pounding, staying rigid and shrinking there, Feng Zhiwei smiled in wolf claws: "His Royal Highness, men and women don't accept love."
"I didn't plan to kiss you anymore." The person's gorgeous and cool breath behind him became more intense, and there was a little more medicinal fragrance. It smelled sparse and refreshing, but the strength on the waist did not allow a point, and he would fight hard to resist She dragged inch by inch into the bed, "Do you think you are so beautiful that I can't help it?"
Feng Zhiwei slid his finger against the bed and pondered a little: "I think I can."
The man choked a little behind him, then coughed up, and simply touched her soft prickly point with a hand, and stuffed into the bed, angrily said: "How do you bake dry in your clothes? I'm not afraid of being wet by you, what do you still abandon? ?"
"I despise you." Feng Zhiwei's false mask finally couldn't be worn, and he glared over it unbearably. "You treat your life-saving benefactor like this? How can I marry someone like you in the future?"
"Marry someone?" The anger on Ning Yi's face suddenly became complicated after hearing this sentence, and she smiled with a smile, "It seems that you really dreamed of Princess Huzhuo."
"Fortunately, it's not Princess Chu." Feng Zhi smiled more fakely than him.
Ning Yi stared at her for a while and suddenly laughed. She ignored her after the laugh and started stripping clothes.
Feng Zhi collapsed there miserably, thinking of Mr. Dong Guo's story, thinking that His Royal Highness King Chu was the unsaved Zhongshan wolf.
I also felt that Feng Shui really took turns. This man was obviously retaliating. The modern newspapers came quickly. I knew I should have left him with shame pants before.
The woman's clothes were more troublesome. Ning Yi took a long time to take off her outer skirt and put it on the edge of the bed and roasted the fire. When she turned her head, she saw the woman's eyes closed tightly, and she didn't know what was yelling in her mouth.
He listened and listened carefully before hearing her murmur again and again: "This is the eunuch, this is the eunuch, this is the eunuch..."
Ning Yi glared at the smiling tigress who was so angry that she wanted to slap and shoot to death.
However, after staring for a long time, looking at the delicate flowers underneath, the blushing on the cheeks, the jade-white skin became more and more blowable, and the pearls of the red lips and shells flickered. If you deliberately ignored the shells between the teeth When it came out, it was still very beautiful.
And that murmured, it's time to rest.
He suddenly leaned over.
Whose lips are so sweet and fragrant, they contain thousands of years of endless spring, and they are amazing when they touch them, and when they go deeper, they lose their souls, and they can’t help but knock on the siege.
Maybe I just wanted to stop the whispering mouth, or punitively scare the soft outside and the hard inside, but once touched the softness of the world, it would be like a tired traveler encountering a warm resting place, indulging and unwilling to let go open.
How hard things have been in the world for twenty-three years, finally encountering the sweetness that has not been tasted in this life, he indulges his heart's horse race in an instant, just wanting to indulge in the sweetness of her forever forever, fingers deeper into her hair She dwelled on her overwhelmed shoulders, penetrated deeper into her, and entangled each other's tastes without being bounded.
Heavy rain rumbling, even in such a hustle and bustle, you can hear who is breathing thinly, so close, so close, so that you can escape each other without leaving a slight gap.
Suddenly there was a soft sound in the brazier, and sparks exploded.
The star flower bloomed in the dark room, and the enchantment of the moment of waking up like ten feet of fireworks, Ning Yi's eyes suddenly clear, turned over and let go.
He stroked his chest slightly, and a suffocation forced him to cough lightly, and a thin red swelled between his lips, and he lifted his hand to wipe it off.
This wounded man, the ferocious medicine, caused him to almost lose control.
Feng Zhiwei's chest also slightly fluctuated, her face flushed and she couldn't move. She glared at the tent and wanted to see the tent as someone's face and burned a hole with her own eyes. .
The clothes don't need to be baked, so the heat on their body is enough to dry them.
Ning Yi calmed her breath and pulled away a little. When she turned her head and saw her expression calm and fierce, she couldn't help smiling.