Every word from Xue Suyuan touched Feng Liangzheng's dark thoughts. He was not unhappy, nor was he angry or angry when he was exposed, but he felt a little happy.

The secret pleasure in my heart came from, "Ah, for so many years, everyone has felt that I am a gentleman, like an orchid orchid or bamboo. Finally, someone thought I was a complete madman, and I was a little happy."

Xue Suyuan looked at him steadily, "Why are you happy?"

"Why are you unhappy if someone knows you and understands you?" Feng Liangzheng chuckled, "I don't have to be the young master who everyone praises, no longer be the eyes of others. Feng Liangzheng, a gentle and tolerant, no need to be the perfect son of anyone. I can be in front of a person without covering up my ugliness, shadows, and indulging my emotions. This is worth being happy in itself."

"Liar!" Xue Suyuan sneered. She stretched out her hands, hugged Feng Liangzheng's neck, and sat on his legs. The two of them were so close, but their hearts were so far away. Feng Liangzheng's body was slightly stiff, but her face remained unchanged. The cold and white face was so disguised as if it were winter snow that it could deceive everyone. Xue Suyuan's nose tip was almost against the tip of his nose, exhaling like orchids, and intimately, "I'm in your arms, what do you want to do?"

Feng Liangzheng's legs were healed, and he was no longer unconscious of what Yuan'er could do. He could clearly feel the weight of the warm skin and emotions of the person in his arms, the weight that was not heavy but could not be ignored, as if he was born to fit him, perfectly embedded in his arms, hugging each other and keeping warm, which was natural.

"You don't want to be a gentleman and want to indulge your truest thoughts, but do you really dare?" Xue Suyuan seemed to caress his face provocatively. The night was slightly cool. His cheeks seemed to be cold and white, but they were astonishingly hot. They were close to her palms. He could smell the fragrance of the flowers of the Requiem grass on her palms.

"If you really want to indulge, why don't you dare to look at me?" Xue Suyuan pressed against his body, pressed against his chest softly and bonelessly, and even raised his hand and placed it on her chest. "Don't you want to kiss your cat? Do you want to hug her? Do you want to tear her clothes and make her cry under you? Do you want to!"

Xue Suyuan's last sentence was extremely ridiculed, "But you dare not!"

The moonlight is gentle, and the hidden guards hidden in all directions look at the nose and the heart one by one, either watching the moon numbly, or watching the night numbly, listening to the birds in the deep mountains and forests, no one dares to look into the yard.

"Is that true?" Feng Liangzheng turned her head slightly, her cheeks pressed against her palm, as if she was enjoying but also as if she was nostalgic.

He had a pair of wise eyes that saw through people's hearts, dark and bright. When he smiled, he was completely different from usual in such an ambiguous atmosphere, and had a little charm for no reason. He suddenly swept the floating light cauldron and other debris on the table, allowing these debris to fall smoothly in the courtyard. He pinched the princess' waist and held her and pressed on the stone table, as if he was afraid that she would knock her back, so that she would hold her back with one hand, so that she would not bump into the stone table and lean over to kiss her, but her movements were not so gentle.

The rough and intense kiss shattered the tenderness of the moonlight. He imprisoned her and pressed on the stone table, as if doing something for granted.

He told Xue Suyuan with practical actions.

He dares!

Xue Suyuan was a little suffocated by kissing, but she was unwilling to be outdone. She and Feng Liangzheng had explored each other's bodies countless times in her previous life, were proficient in this way, and were often addicted to it.

She is much more familiar than Feng Liangzheng, who has no memory.
Chapter completed!