Feng Lingran's arm can clearly feel the stiffness of her delicate body. This is a burst of resistance from the instinct. Feng Ling did not like it very much. He thought that Feng Shaoyu said to him last night, Feng Ling was depressed. Unhappy in the heart.

He should give her more time.

Feng Ling did not speak, took back his hand and saw her quickly moving away from herself, like a bird breaking free from the cage. Feng Ling silently pinched his fingers.

He opened the quilt, first got out of bed, his long body, wearing a long white blouse, thick ink slanted on his back, like a beautiful ink painting on rice paper.

Yuner shrinks into the bed, her back against the wall, her little hand licking the quilt, and squatting herself tightly. She is waiting for the phoenix to go first, and she will get up.

In an accidental scene, Yuner was paralyzed.

Another picture emerged in her mind. The man in the painting, like Feng Lingran, was white and black and his waist was black. He was not as terrible as Feng Lingran, and he was all gentle and moist. Just like the warm wind in the spring, it can warm the ice water left by the cold day.

Brother, where are you? Why are you still not looking for clouds?

Yuner’s eyes are a little moist, and she doesn’t want to stay with this man for a moment.

When Feng Ling turned around, he caught the sadness in the eyes of Xiao Yu. He raised his eyebrows and the black scorpion instantly became cold. Her sadness was in love with Nanhua Jun?

Yuner felt cold and cold, like a sharp ice blade. She shook her body and raised her back. She wiped away the tears that were about to fall. The reddish eyes said to Feng Ling: "I didn't sleep well last night." The eyes hurt, do you have medicine?"

After she finished, she seemed to think of something, softened her voice, and the scorpion was a little stiff and called: "Ling, of course."

Feng Ling suddenly stopped, seeing her somewhat uneasy and shy expression, his heart was inexplicably happy, did not care about her little tricks.

"What do you call me?" he asked.

"Ling, Ling Ran." Yuner dare not look straight into his eyes, even if his dawn has become softer, she still can't look straight, she followed his intentions, called once again, exquisite The little face turned red. She never called any man like this. Even Nanhua Jun was just a brother.

"I didn't hear it." Feng Ling looked at her red face, her sorrow and sinking, her voice hoarse.

Yuner bite her lip and bite. She doesn't like to call him "Ling Ran" at all. This is Xiao Yu's nickname for him. Today, after she woke up, she appeared in Yun's mind. She also knows clearly. Feng Ling likes Xiao Yu to call him.

Yuner wants to leave here and completely get rid of Feng Lingran, he must first relax his vigilance.

Yuner’s heart is playing with a small ninety-nine, and the grievance is also called: “Ling Ran.”

Feng Ling laughed, and the beautiful face was like the warm winter snow, and Yuner looked at it.

Feng Lingran toward her, the scared cloud child was white again, shaking her body, not shrinking back, leaning against the wall, she has nowhere to shrink, this behavior, but almost angered Feng Lingran.

The temperament of Feng Lingran's face gradually disappeared, and he licked his lips: "I will let the next person prepare some food."

After that, Feng Ling went out of the stride.

She still remembers him, he should not force her too tight.

Feng Lingran believed in Feng Shaoqi’s words, not only because the body in the room was Xiao Yu’s. He had explored her meridians last night, feeling the breath of Xiao Yu’s soul, and the life of Ling Linghua. .

He will investigate clearly, what happened to Xiao Yu? What happened between her and Nan Huajun?

But he never allowed, she left him again.

After Yuner and other phoenixes left, the delicate body stopped shaking, rubbed red eyes, shook his head, and said something painful.

"Xiao Wei, don't give me your memory, I don't want it, I don't want it at all."