Chapter 1752

Feng Sufei heard the voice of Nanrong Huai'an and blinked. His eyes were slightly sour.

This kind of feeling is very strange, let her cannot help but want to be close to the South Rong Huai'an.

I want to get close to him and smell his breath, even if I have a hug.

At this time, Feng Sufei has a blank in her mind. She follows her heart to do it. She walks past it and is close to Nanrong Huai'an.

In fact, Feng Sufei cherishes the feeling now.

Because she wants to be close to Nanrong Huai'an.

She thought of her time in Nanrong family, when she had not recovered.

At that time, she had a sense of Nanrong Huai'an in her heart, but no sense of security in her feelings.

She always tries to control her heart.

Even if she wants to be close to Nanrong Huai'an, she should control her heart.

Because at that time, Nanrong Huai'an never said that she liked to say love. She had no sense of security in her heart.

Now, she has confidence in her and Nan Rong Huai'an's feelings. She can walk past when she wants to be close to him and hug him.

Feng Sufei went over, sat down beside the bed of Nanrong Huai'an, and took the initiative to gently lean his head against the bosom of Nanrong Huai'an.

In the moment when Feng Sufei leaned in his arms, Nanrong Huai'an's body stiffened.

Nanrong Huai'an was in pain because he thought Feng Sufei was going to the Empire.

At this moment, he wished he could rub Feng Sufei into the blood of his body and love her very hard.

But his hands trembled, but he didn't go to embrace Sufi.

Because he was afraid to hug her, he would not let her go.

He would not want her to go to the Empire. It would be at least a few days for him to go back and forth. He would not be able to bear it if he did not see her for a few days.

Feng Sufei almost greedily smelled the elegant lotus like breath of Nanrong Huai'an.

I don't know if it's because of love. She just thinks that the smell of Nanrong Huai'an is particularly good and has a charming feeling.

But she could also feel the rigidity of Nanrong Huai'an's body.

If it was before, Nanrong Huai'an would hold her.

Feng Sufei looks up at Nanrong Huai'an. "Huai'an, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, the deep whirlpool was whirling in the dust eyes of Nanrong Huai'an, just like the waves, which were beating to devour people.

Nanrong Huai'an, regardless of the wound, directly hugged Feng Sufei and let her sit with her legs open

In this way, two people can be more closely contacted.

Nanrong Huai'an grabbed Feng Sufei's waist and kissed her deeply

"Huai'an You... What's the matter with you? "

"Well, your wound..."

Nanrong Huai'an engulfs Feng Sufei's breath, as if to integrate the thoughts of the next few days into the kiss.

This kiss is very deep and domineering. Feng Sufei can't resist it. There will be some mists in the clouds soon.

And since Nanrong Huai'an was injured, the two people really didn't have closer contact.

Every time, a kiss, in the uncontrollable time, two people will use that trace of rational control.

But this meeting, Feng Sufei feels that reason has been swallowed up.

Nanrong Huai'an doesn't seem to keep its head, only to swallow up all the light.

Such a light, such a breath, makes Feng Sufei shiver all over.

She wanted to take a big breath. It was Nan Rong Huai'an who gave her the breath.

"Huai'an"

"Sophie, don't move..."

When he said this, Nanrong Huai'an's forehead was oozing with sweat. He seemed to be suffering from something.

And Feng Sufei also strongly felt the emotion of Nanrong Huai'an.