The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

Fang Xiyan: "..." Anyway, leave a bunch for her too!It's good to put a vase...

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Maybe it was because she was tired from walking, but Fang Xiyan slept soundly until dawn. The only fly in the ointment was that she heard a conditioned reflex when she listened to the opera. In her dream, she was also singing the babbling voice of the opera singer Yiyi.

In the haze, she seemed to have sung her sleeves, but she was still singing "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl".

The two baskets chased after them vigorously.After chasing after Fang Xiyan, she suddenly found that the cowhide on the cowherd's body turned blood red, and the originally honest young farmer's face suddenly turned stunningly beautiful, he [

Smiling evilly at her, she sang with a fancy tone: "Lady, are you sure you don't want to be your husband? Even if you don't want to be your husband, don't you even want children?"

Then a baby's face protruded from one of the baskets he picked, with the look of an abandoned left-behind child: "Mother, don't you want Tianyi?!" In an instant, goose bumps all over her body, and she woke up.

When she woke up, her heart was still beating so fiercely, she couldn't help rubbing the center of her brows, her dream was really creative, it actually automatically integrated the deep doubts in her heart with the drama she watched during the day, and made her come out like this... …

"Are you awake?" A voice suddenly sounded, startling her, she followed the voice subconsciously, and was slightly stunned.

Feng Xiaoxun was sitting in front of a table not far away in a red robe, the morning light slanted in from the outside, jumping on his eyelashes in his hair, his white skin seemed to have a thin morning light, which made people feel

Can't take my eyes off...

when did he comeShe didn't notice it at all!

Fang Xiyan's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously inspected her body, her clothes were all on her body...

"Don't worry, I won't touch you without your consent." Feng Xiaoxun said coolly, and one sentence broke her worry.

Fang Xiyan was a little embarrassed, but she also breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that Lord Mojun remembers what you said."

Feng Xiaoxun's face darkened slightly, she really was not so guarded against him!It made him a little disappointed, thinking that she would treat him a little differently after a date yesterday

The more people are disappointed, the stronger their ability to resist blows.

His eyes flickered slightly, his figure moved, and he came to Fang Xiyan's bed, grabbed a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead: "What nightmare did you have? Look at the sweat on your head."

His sudden approach made Fang Xiyan's body stiff for a moment, and the scent of tea and flowers in his sleeves made her little heart jump twice happily