C64

"No, no. Zi Yan, this is Qingzhou. You're drunk. "

She stammered, too frightened to know what to do. He had long since forgotten about the teachings of the Petrel Sect.

"So noisy."

Feng Ziyan clasped the back of her head and kissed her small earlobe with her mouth close to her ear. He bit and chewed at her, causing Lu Qingzhou's entire body to go numb. Her heart trembled as she peeled Lu Qingzhou clean.

"Zi Yan."

Lu Qingzhou was no match for his strength. His mind was muddled, and he turned into a woman with a face covered in blood. However, reality was completely different from what she had imagined. Feng Ziyan used her drunkenness and instinct to take her life three times in a row. Only when she had completely lost all strength and collapsed onto the bed did he let her go. His own wine had not awakened, and he was fast asleep again.

This time, Lu Qingzhou had completely lost his body, and the pain between his legs was akin to being torn apart. She had never been in the know and had been held tightly by Feng Ziyan countless times, begging for mercy and saying good words to him. However, it was as if he was possessed and had no intention of letting her go. Lu Qingzhou fell into a deep slumber after being tormented by the final attack.

When Feng Ziyan woke up, she felt that her head was a little heavy. However, her entire person felt refreshed. It was as if her long-suppressed emotions had finally been released. He turned his head slightly, but it was next to a naked creature. Her delicate, smooth touch could drive a man mad. Feng Ziyan lifted her eyes to look at Lu Qingzhou's drenched hair, the corners of her eyes that were still filled with tears, and her swollen lips. The snow-white skin on her body was terrifyingly green and red.

Feng Ziyan immediately understood what had happened. He subconsciously wanted to scold her in anger, but he was attracted by her soft and pretty face. For a time, he couldn't even speak as he saw her so close to him. Lu Qingzhou's head rested against the crook of his arm. A faint bodily fragrance came from her body. He slowly brought his head closer to hers and, making sure that she would not wake up, tightly pressed his face against hers.

They were so close, so close to each other, that for the first time they had flesh and blood. This kind of feeling no longer had boundaries. Feng Ziyan felt the warmth of her skin, and felt a moment of absent-mindedness. Was this a dream or a real one?

Suddenly, his hand touched the phone on the bed that had been thrown to the side. He couldn't help leaning over to kiss her nose, and then he felt himself getting restless somewhere. He reached out to have her sleep out, to have her face to the camera of the cell phone he held in his hand, and for a moment he wanted to keep it forever.

"Ugh!"

Lu Qingzhou frowned, his expression was painful. Feng Ziyan seemed to have realized something, and she quickly lifted the quilt. Sure enough, there were large amounts of dried blood stains on the bed. Some of them had already turned black.

"Damn it!"

Feng Ziyan no longer had the mood to take any commemorative photos. When he saw the large amount of blood on Lu Qingzhou's body, he was filled with guilt and guilt. He shouldn't have drank so much, it would have been a blow to her body and mind to ask her to do that.

"Sister Xia, Sister Xia."

Feng Ziyan jumped off the bed, grabbed a pair of house clothes and ran to the stairs to yell. He was barefoot.

"Second Young Master?"

The Xia family's elder sister-in-law walked toward him in a flustered manner.

"Go get a basin of hot water. And the medicine cabinet. Forget it, I'll go get the medicine box myself. "

He seemed to have thought of something and walked straight to the study room. The Xia family's sister-in-law didn't know what was going on, so she quickly filled a basin with hot water and carried it upstairs.

"Go cook something light." "Give me the water."

He blocked off Sister Xia outside the door and brought the basin over himself. Xia Qianyu snuck a peek inside, and Feng Ziyan slammed the door shut. He carried the water and placed it on the imperial concubine chair he had prepared earlier, then carefully lifted up Lu Qingzhou's leg and gently wiped off the stains on her body. Every time he moved, Lu Qingzhou would let out a painful groan, and Feng Ziyan's heart would tighten.

It took him nearly half an hour to clean her up and change the dirty sheets quietly. This half an hour was a form of torture for Lu Qingzhou, but it was a type of torture for him. He could not bear to see her scowl and suffer. It was all his fault for being drunk. Lu Qingzhou was covered with a thick blanket, and even though Feng Ziyan opened the medicine box, she did not know what to do.

The place that made Lu Qingzhou suffer the most was the place that made him the happiest. Was he going to apply the medicine and bandage it? Feng Ziyan threw the medicine and gauze irritably into the medicine cabinet. Lu Qingzhou did not move. He reached out his hand to her forehead and fortunately, nothing abnormal happened. Feng Ziyan put the dirty water and the basin into the bathroom and walked around the room like a trapped beast.

From time to time, he would look at Lu Qingzhou, and from time to time, he would sit on the sofa by himself in the room, propping his chin up with his hands. In less than ten seconds she was on her feet again, walking to the center of the room, her eyes never leaving her face, but she was sighing. He had a cell phone in his hand, a slender index finger

Mo Suo pulled out a long list of names from his contact list and pressed down on the three words, "Yuan Susu."

"Hello, Boss Feng. It's already 9 in the morning and you still haven't come to the company. What's the meaning of calling me? "

In the entire company, probably only Yuan Su Ying dared to question him.

"Let me ask you, what do we do if a woman has a broken wound?"

Feng Ziyan's voice was ice-cold. Even though he had deliberately concealed his emotions, his words still inadvertently revealed his anxiousness and worry.

On the other end of the phone, it was as silent as a dead person. It was so quiet that Feng Ziyan no longer had the patience to curse out loud. A sharp scream almost pierced her eardrums.

"Director Feng, you finally thought it through after so many years? How did you decide not to be a virgin? Stimulated? Now I'm curious which woman was lucky enough to be lucky enough for you? "

Feng Ziyan's expression turned extremely ugly. He gritted his teeth at his phone and said, "Yuan Susu Ying, if you still don't answer that question, then get lost with the shares you invested in."

"There's nothing we can do. If it wasn't for the bleeding, we would be fine."

Su Ying no longer acted like an abnormal human.

"Are you sure you don't want to apply the medicine?"

"No need."

A busy signal immediately came from the other end of the line. Feng Ziyan had already hung up. Su Ying held her phone tightly, and curiosity and surprise hung on her face. Feng Ziyan had taken a liking to someone, and it was actually broken.

It was already afternoon when Lu Qingzhou woke up. She was wearing loose pajamas, and when she opened her eyes, Feng Ziyan was staring at her. It was as if he was looking at her but not at her. Lu Qingzhou wanted to move, but discovered that her entire body was in pain, as if a frame had been broken. Especially the burning pain between her legs, it made her suck in a breath of cold air.

Feng Ziyan seemed to be frightened by her voice and finally recovered from her state of mind.