Chapter 1754： Asceticism?

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Feng Sufei really felt that her waist was broken, and she had never done this before.

But I have to say that this feeling is too strong.

It was less intense than when she was with Nan Rong Huaian.

But her waist ...

Feng Sufei could only lie on her arms in Nanrong Huaian to breathe, trying to calm her breath.

Her blush was about to burst, and she just shouted ...

Although this is a supreme ward, it is actually like a large residential suite with a very large bed.

Feng Sufei wasn't wearing any clothes at this time, as was Nanrong Huaian.

Therefore, when Feng Sufei's heart was fluctuating, Nan Rong Huai'an felt very real.

When the hotness was about to re-emerge, Nan Rong Huai'an tried to take a deep breath and suppressed it.

His Sufi was so tired that he couldn't toss her anymore.

Nan Rong Huai'an's eyes had a gentle and spoiled light, just now he really couldn't fit her into the blood, and never separated.

Don't let go again.

After Feng Sufei gradually calmed her breath, she slowly recovered her sense of reason.

In her impression, Nan Rong Huai'an has always been a person with strong self-control and always looks like an ascetic.

When she first arrived in the afternoon, he didn't do that.

Why does this happen?

Feng Sufei felt weird.

She looked up at Nan Rong Huai'an, facing the light of affection in his eyes, her heart trembling slightly.

Feng Sufei choked her lips and said, "Huai'an, is your wound cracked?"

Said, Feng Sufei would look at the wound under the bandage.

Nan Rong Huaian held Feng Sufei's hand and said, "As long as you stay with me, the wound will be fine."

Nan Rong Huaian's words are implied.

Feng Sufei didn't quite understand. She blinked her eyes clearly and said, "I'm right by your side, and I can't bear to leave you."

Said, Feng Sufei smiled, and she reached out and hugged Nan Rong Huaian's neck and said, "When we finish the New Year, your injury will be fine. Let us join the empire to participate in the ascension ceremony of my sister and brother-in-law."

Nan Rong Huaian heard this sentence, and his body was stiff. He lowered his head and locked Feng Sufei's eyes deeply, and there was a glimmer of light under his eyes.

"Well, my elder sister had a lot of things to do and she was going to celebrate the New Year. Your injury is still not good. I'm not assured. I just called the video with my elder sister and we got together after the New Year."

Speaking, Feng Sufei's eyebrows were smiling.

As everyone knows, her words set off waves of waves in the heart of Nanrong Huaian.

Nan Rong Huaian's body was stiff for a long time. It seemed to be back to life. The softest string at the bottom of the heart was gently loosened.

He bowed his head and kissed Feng Sufei's eyebrows softly, and his heart was moved and soft, which only turned into a gentle kiss.

That's it!

She is not going to the empire now.

Knowing that Feng Sufei planned him in her world, Nan Rong Huaian's heart had too many touches.

At this moment, Nanrong Huaian was relieved.

The corner of his mouth evoked a self-deprecating radian, and one day he would care so much about a person. He could not bear such thoughts for a few days apart.

His Suffi, really poisoned him and made him unable to love.

"Huai'an, I'll see a doctor to show you the injuries."

"Anyway, you are my best medicine. The wound will be fine."

He always accompanied her to the Empire.

What seemed to come to mind, Feng Sufei said with deep affection, and said, "Huai'an, my sister said that his father's news may be related to Canxuelou."