Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

Gong Yanmo's fingers caressed her small mouth like a flower bud,

He smiled and said: "As long as you want, I can prove to you at any time that my vitality is not enough..."

His voice rang in her ears along with the flickering candle.

With the dullness of two minutes of night.

His fingertips seemed to contain electricity, which instantly spread throughout her limbs. [

Feng Lingyan's face reddened uncontrollably.

Sitting up hastily, pretending not to understand the ambiguity in his words: "Okay, okay, I'll just drink it myself."

Snatched the bowl from his hand, drank it in a few sips...

There was a trace of sadness in Gong Yanmo's eyes, but he smiled.

Patted her on the back lightly: "That's good."

At this time the night was already deep, Gong Yanmo asked Feng Lingyan to lie down.

Carefully tucked the corner of the quilt for her, and hugged her through the quilt: "Little rabbit, you rest first, I will go out to patrol the camp."

Being in the same bed with her really challenged his self-control.

And Feng Lingyan obviously had a knot in his heart, he didn't want to force her.

It takes a lot of effort to restrain Yi Nian...

Now that she is weaker again, he doesn't want her to be tired anymore...

To be on the safe side, it's better for him and her to sleep separately.

Feng Lingyan felt suffocated in her heart, she naturally understood Gong Yanmo's thoughts.

Moved by his thoughtfulness, she turned her head and looked at his eyebrows and eyes close at hand: "You...you have to come back earlier."

There was a gleam in Gong Yanmo's eyes, and he gently held her hand: "Little rabbit, do you expect me to come back sooner?"

Snowflakes are still falling outside, and the ground is silvery white.

The moonlight also seemed to be dyed with the bright color of snow and shone softly into the house.

His silhouette shrouded in such moonlight, looked like a divine mansion.

At this moment, Feng Lingyan's heart beat like a drum, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and turned his face away. [

Not daring to look into his bright eyes: "I...I want to be with you, it's just... just being together is fine."

The light in Gong Yanmo's eyes was brighter, and he stroked her cheek with his fingers.

The temperature of his fingers was hot, pressing against her delicate skin.

It seemed like a fire was kindling in her heart.

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