The next day, Huarong sleeps until the sun goes up and she doesn't even have time to eat breakfast.
Feng family seems to know what they did last night, and no one came to urge them to eat.
When she woke up, the person lying next to her had left. She pinched her aching muscles and yawned lazily.
London's environment has been getting better and better in recent years. At the moment, the sun is shining brightly, and it's already warm in early June. Birds are singing in the garden.
She lies back on the bed again, the red fruit skin and the soft bedding contact, brings her a trace of lazy and comfortable.
She closed her eyes and thought, how long has she not been so calm?
Since Hua's family fled from Liangcheng three years ago, her heart has been hanging. She sleeps soundly. When she wakes up, she is frightened. She is afraid that once she opens her eyes, she will be in prison.
In those three years, he fled from Liangcheng to the United States, and received calls from time to time, who who was caught, who committed suicide, and which elders could not understand and committed suicide.
It was a terrible three years.
Huarong closed her eyes, brushed away all the thoughts in her brain and gently exhaled a breath.
She got out of the bed and called out to the window, "Feng Jin!"
After a while, there were footfalls from the corridor, and someone pushed them away and walked in.
He was wearing a suit of sportswear. He might have been running in the garden just now.
Huarong rubbed her eyes and complained, "how can you get up without calling me?"
"Didn't you feel very tired last night?" Feng Jin wiped the sweat between the forehead and said with a light smile, "I can't bear you to get up early."
“……” Huarong squinted at him, and did not know who the man who put her on the bed last night.
Up to now, the following is numb and uncomfortable.
Feng Jin came over and looked at her frown and wrinkled nose with a disgusted face, and said with a smile, "are you hungry? It's almost noon. I'm going to get you some refreshments to cushion your stomach first? "
Huarong pushed his sweaty face aside, disgusted: "don't lean on it. A smell of sweat. "
Feng brocade is dumb to laugh: "last night also did not see you dislike."
Huarong glared at him in anger, "you get out of here."
Feng brocade see good, also do not tease her, into the bathroom for a cool, downstairs for her to take snacks and black tea.
Huarong came down naked, opened the wardrobe, took out a blue velvet bathrobe and put it on.
The bathrobe is soft in texture, with a strong sense of draping and luster. The blue-green robe reflects the whiteness of her skin, and even her toes have a pink and tender color.
She didn't even wear underwear, her belt was tied slowly, she was lying lazily in the sun on the leather sofa, picked up a piece of cake with her slender fingers and tasted it.
Feng Jin looked at it, and his throat knot rolled up and down for several times. In the morning, his body, which had just finished exercise, began to be ready to move again.
And Huarong, clearly did not seduce him, but he felt that she was seducing everywhere.
Xu is aware of the hot eyes not far away, the face of the flower is too far away, the ruddy lip is biting a small cake, looked at him in doubt, asked him with his eyes - what's the matter with you?
Feng Jin came over, lowered her head and bit a small piece of cake on her lips, then stretched out her hand, grasped Huarong's hand and pressed it in his crotch.
"Hiss -" Hua Rong took back his hand like an electric shock and looked at him incredulously, "are you OK below? You - "
are not 18-year-old hairy, where did you get such a big anger?