The host always wants to flirt with the villain after being bad

Hearing it, Jiang is really... already thinking about tearing his mouth apart.

Why does a boy have a mouth! ?

"I'll pretend you..."

Jiang Tingting's swear words hadn't escaped her mouth, she was put on the horse's back in the air, Feng Limo rode up gracefully, wrapped her arms around her waist, and grabbed the horse rope.

The breath on the boy's body was scorching hot, and his voice was low and magnetic.

"Sick young man, don't be angry, I'll take you to the grassland for a ride, you must have never seen that endless green sea."

Feng Limo didn't know what kind of stupidity it was, Ruomian, the maid on the front foot, said that Jiang Tingting couldn't catch cold, but turned around and this guy said that he wanted to take Jiang Tingting for a ride as if he was unreliable.

And Jiang Tingting, she really wanted to experience the exhilaration of running wildly on the grassland, so she didn't stop Feng Limo's movements, but she obviously overestimated her body...

The four hooves of the pitch-black horse are stable, and there are two people sitting on the horse's back with flying black hair.

The feeling of facing the wind is really comfortable, and the wind behind him is deserted, with a warm smile on his face, just like the sun in the grassland, full of vitality, warmth and heat.

"Sick young man, are you feeling better?"

Feng Limo said as he looked down at Jiang Tingting who was held in his arms, there was a faint light in his eyes.The fragrance of peach blossoms on this sick young man really smells good, and...

Feng Limo's lips formed a gully, his eyes fell on her snow-white neck, the tips of her ears were slightly red, and her arms moved slightly, she was really white and soft, her waist was soft, maybe everything was soft...

Jiang Tingting didn't respond to him. He lowered his head slightly, frowned, his breathing fluctuated, and he covered his lips with a handkerchief, as if he was holding back something. In the next moment, he couldn't take it any longer. He coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough his lungs. Just as it came out, the veil was stained a little bright red.

Seeing this, Feng Limo's pupils constricted, his brows twitched, and he panicked. He grabbed the horse rope and stopped, and gave her one hand to gently run down her back.

"Why are you still coughing up blood? You really can't blow the wind? Why didn't you say it earlier!"

"..."

After Jiang Tingting took a breath and stopped coughing, he gave Feng Limo a sideways glance.

Feng Limo felt inexplicable being stared at, so he tilted his head to look at her.

"Hey, why are you staring at me? Are you okay? Are you angry again? I didn't know you can't blow hair...Then can I slow down?"

The boy was really sincere, but he dared not listen to Ruomian's words at all.

Jiang Tingting didn't speak, leaning against Feng Limo, he closed his eyes slightly, soothing his discomfort.

[323 (poked): The host, don't be angry, the little villain is such a slobbery...]

Jiang Tingting heard that she was not actually angry with Feng Limo, if she was angry, her fist would come down directly.

She hates, she hates this aggrieved body.

Wen Ruan was in his arms, Feng Limo's body was a little stiff, he looked down and saw Jiang Tingting ignored him, thinking that she was angry, he couldn't help feeling a little upset in his heart.

Feng Limo pursed his lips. Seeing that her pale red lips were a little dry, he took off his cloak and covered her body, and then he was about to take off the water bottle around his waist, but he thought of something and withdrew his hand...

This jug is not filled with water, but with wine.

A sick man must not drink alcohol.

The steed walked forward slowly, Feng Limo made a sound cautiously.

"Are you feeling unwell, we'll go back right away."

Jiang Tingting opened his eyes and shook his head.

"not going back."

Just kidding, she finally came out to set her free, so why go back so soon.

It's just a cough, you get used to coughing and coughing.