Chapter 70: Uncle, want to hug (24)
His neckline was slightly messy, and it was torn apart a lot, revealing a fair and beautiful neck.
Feng Jue's eyes were dim, and there was a bit of confusion in the coldness for no reason.
Even doing such an action does not hinder this person's innate coldness and nobility.
Every move is so elegant.
The feeling of slowness is like a cat scratching, which makes people completely fall into each other's posture.
Feng Qian: "..."
Fragments are too much!
What's more, she is using the identity of a man now!
Feng Qian raised Bai Nen's little hand and held the other's hand that was still pulling on the snow-white collar.
With a sullen face, she said expressionlessly, "Uncle Huang, calm down."
Hearing the little emperor's words, Feng Jue's movements paused.
The slender fingers were stuck between the necks, and there was a bit of dullness in the dark pupils.
His phoenix eyes were dark and deep, staring at the person in his arms without blinking.
Feng Jue lowered his head slightly.
His hair was a bit messy at the moment, and his clothes were also disheveled.
This dazed and sluggish appearance can make people mad.
Feng Qian: "..."
I...Shards like this are...so cute!
Feng Qian blinked her beautiful eyes.
It's really a strange thing that the fragments that have always been indifferent and desireless suddenly turned into this look.
However, this is also very difficult for her.
She is now showing herself as a man, and before she tells Fragment that she is a girl, Fragment moves her hands and feet...
Thinking of this, Feng Qian's beautiful eyes suddenly widened.
His eyes looked at Feng Jue with some complicated eyes.
Could it be that Fragment... likes men?
In the original owner's memory, Fragment had never married anyone, and had never had any connection with Fang girl Lushui.
Is the fragment a broken sleeve?
Feng Qian was frightened by the idea.
She pinched the corner of her clothes a little tangled.
The eyes looking at the fragments are extremely complicated.
Isn't she, don't tell Fragment that she is a girl?
What if he ignores her after he finds out?
Depressed wind.
Feng Jue has been maintaining the wall-dong movement, the mist in the cold phoenix eyes has not yet faded away.
He suddenly lowered his head and buried his head between Feng Qian's neck.
The warm breath hit Feng Qian's neck, crisp and numb, as if there was an electric current running through the body.
Feng Qian feels uncomfortable.
The other party didn't seem to notice anything, and rubbed the little emperor like a little milk cat.
Feng Qian: "..."
She raised her hand and pressed Feng Jue's shoulder, moving the other party away from her body.
The little emperor said seriously: "Uncle Huang, you can see who I am."
Feng Jue was stunned, tilted her head, and looked at the other party innocently.
"You are Your Majesty..."
Feng Qian: "..."
"Then do you know what you are doing now?" Feng Qian squinted and asked, staring into the other's eyes.
Feng Jue lowered her eyes, "I...want..."
Instinctively want to get close to each other.
Want to be more intimate.
Thinking that the other person only sees himself...
I really want to.
I've been wanting to do this for a long time...
Feng Qian: "..."
Feng Jue looked pitiful and aggrieved with her head down, which was very distressing.
Feng Qian pursed her lips.
never mind.
Who made him a shard?
Who made him look so good.
Feng Qian raised her eyes to look at Feng Jue, the other party's beautiful phoenix eyes darkened, looking at her eyes that were a little confusing and dangerous.
Feng Qian: "!"
He lowered his head, his beautiful Adam's apple rolling slightly.
The three thousand black hair drooped down like a waterfall, and the dark eyes were intoxicating, with a bit of bewitching.
He lowered his head slightly and got a little closer to the little emperor.
Then, the thin and cool lips gently pressed against Fengshen's.
The wind was stunned.
Beautiful eyes blinked quickly.
The cool moonlight shone through the thin muslin windows.
The light moonlight reflects the other party's delicate eyebrows.
In the corner where the little emperor could not see, the earlobe of the other party was so red that blood dripped...