Feng Sufei really has a high fever, so he can hit the bottle directly.
Nanrong Huai'an has always been with Feng Sufei.
He asked people to bring porridge. Feng Sufei was making a hanging bottle, and Nan Rong Huai'an was just beside him, feeding Feng Sufei porridge.
Feng Sufei woke up without food. Nanrong Huai'an was afraid that she would be hungry.
Feng Sufei is drinking in silence.
She looked at the face and movement of Nanrong Huai'an, still so gentle and elegant.
It seems that nothing happened yesterday.
Feng Sufei thought, if it is her, it can't be regarded as nothing happened yesterday, and she can face each other so calmly.
After a bowl of porridge, Nan Rong Huai'an reaches out and gently wipes the trace from the corner of her mouth to Feng Sufei.
His fingers are as long as jade, with distinct bony joints. When touching her lips, they all have a crisp and numb feeling, which makes her feel as if she has been electrified.
Feng Sufei looks slightly unnatural.
She thought yesterday that she would be indifferent to Nanrong Huai'an.
She was still very resistant to the approach of Nanrong Huai'an yesterday.
She didn't want to say a word to Nanrong Huai'an yesterday.
But today seems to have changed, and the atmosphere between the two has changed.
There was a slight loosening in her heart.
Feng Sufei is helpless to herself.
However, although she was loose, she knew that she could not be as capricious to Nanrong Huai'an as before.
Even if it's intimacy, it's also with a trace of alienation.
Nanrong Huai'an didn't see the unnaturalness of Feng Sufei. He just asked gently and worried, "is it better now? Do you have any discomfort and what you want to eat? I'll let someone bring it to you. "
Feng Sufei shook his head. "I just had porridge, but I'm not hungry. I just have a fever and I have to bottle it. It's OK. You have a lot of things to do. Go back first."
Nanrong Huai'an takes Feng Sufei's other hand and holds it in the palm of his hand. "I said, nothing is more important than you. I'm here with you."
Feng Sufei lowered her head and her eyelashes quivered. What a pleasant word.
But what about the comparison between ziwanxun and her?
Nanrong Huai'an will not agree to kill ziwanxun?
She will not compromise.
She didn't know if one day the two would get into a standoff over it.
Nanrong Huai'an looks at Feng Sufi and doesn't speak. She puts her hand on her lips and kisses her. "Sufi, the agreement you said yesterday was torn up by me. This matter will be taken as the past, OK?"
Feng Sufei's palm trembles, as in the past?
Feng Sufei shook his head. "Huai'an, what happened is that it happened. The agreement existed is that it existed."
Nanrong Huai'an deeply locks Feng Sufei's eyebrows and eyes, "what do you want me to do?"
Feng Sufei is also shouting in her heart. She wants to say that she killed ziwanxun and killed ziwanxun.
But even if it is said, there is no result of the discussion, and she is very tired, do not want to entangle this topic.
"You go back first!"
Although Feng Sufei wants to be accompanied by Nan Rong Huai'an.
However, she is clear and rational that she should not learn to rely on Nanrong Huai'an, she should get rid of her dependence.
Nan Rong Huai'an sighed, "you are still breathing with me."
Although helpless, how to deal with Feng Sufei in Nanrong Huai'an is how to deal with Feng Sufei. It is not because of Feng Sufei's attitude that she is ignored.
Feng Sufei has to admit that Nanrong Huai'an is really for a good sir. He has a good temper and is so inclusive.