Chapter 1752: Su Fei, don't mess around!

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Feng Sufei heard Nan Rong Huaian's voice and blinked, her eyes were slightly sour.
This feeling was so strange that she couldn't help but want to be close to Nan Rong Huai An.
Want to be near him and smell his breath, even if you hug him.
At this time, Feng Sufei's mind was blank, and she went along with her own heart and walked over, near Nanrong Huaian.
In fact, Feng Sufei cherishes the feeling now.
Because she wants to be close to Nanrong Huaian.
She remembered the time in the Nan Rong family when she had not recovered her identity.
At that time, she had Nan Rong Huai'an in her heart, but she had no sense of security.
She always tries to control her heart.
Even if she wants to be close to Nan Rong Huai An, she has to control her heart.
Because at that time, Nan Rong Huai'an never said that she liked to say love, she was not safe inside.
Today, she has confidence in her relationship with Nan Rong Huai An. She can walk when she wants to get close to him.
Feng Sufei walked over, sat down beside the bed in Nanrong Huaian, and took the initiative to rest her head in the arms of Nanrong Huaian.
When Feng Sufei leaned in his arms, Nan Rong Huaian's body stiffened.
Nan Rong Huai An was in pain, because he thought Feng Sufei was going to the empire.
At this moment, he hated being able to rub Feng Sufei into his body and blood, and loved her very hard.
But his hands trembled, but he did not go to hold Sufi.
Because he was afraid of hugging, he would not let her leave.
He wouldn't want her to go to the empire. It would take at least a few days to go back and forth. If he didn't see a few days, he wouldn't stand it.
Feng Sufei almost greeted Nan Rong Huai'an's elegant and lotus breath.
I don't know if it is because of love, she just feels that the breath on Nan Rong Huai'an is very smelly and has a charming feeling.
But she could also feel the stiffness of Nan Rong Huaian.
If it was before, Nan Rong Huai An would surely hug her.
Feng Sufei looked up at Huai'an in Nanrong, "Huai'an, what's wrong with you?"
At this moment, Nan Rong Huai'an's dusty eyes swirled with a deep vortex, just like the waves, clapping to devour people.
Regardless of the wound, Nan Rong Huai An directly hugged Feng Su Fei and let her sit straight with her legs crossed ...
This allows the two people to get closer.
Nan Rong Huaian embraced Feng Sufei's waist and kissed deeply ...
"Huai'an ... you ... what happened to you?"
"Well, your wound ..."
Nan Rong Huai An swallowed Feng Sufei's breath, as if all the thoughts of the next few days should be incorporated into this kiss.
The kiss was deep and overbearing. Feng Sufei couldn't resist it, and it was a little cloudy and misty for a while.
And since Nan Rong Huai'an was injured, the two really haven't been in closer contact.
Each time, when a kiss is uncontrollable, two people will control it with that trace of reason.
But this time, Feng Sufei felt that reason was swallowed up.
It seems that Nan Rong Huai'an does not want to keep his senses, only the light that devours everything.
Such a light and such a breath made Feng Sufei shudder all over her body.
She wanted to take a big breath, and Nan Rong Huai An gave her gas.
"Huai'an ..."
"Sophie, don't mess around ..."
When saying this, Nan Rong Huai'an's forehead was exuding fine sweat, and he seemed to be holding back.
Feng Sufei also felt the emotion of Nan Rong Huaian.