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

In this short period of time, Fang Xiyan has already detected a bloody family ethics drama based on the information she has.More sympathy for Feng Tianyi

The shadow of the child seemed to flash before his eyes, and he sighed secretly in his heart.I don't know where that child has gone?I shouldn't be angry with him at the beginning, I promised to take care of him for the rest of my life, but I quickly broke my promise...

She was a little lost in thought, Feng Xiaoxun suddenly put his arm on her shoulder, and smiled lightly: "What are you thinking again? So lost in thought?"

His warm breath almost touched her ear, and Fang Xiyan's heart bumped, only to realize that he didn't know when she was sitting side by side with her, looking at her with a smile, his eyes were shining brightly, purple like gems, Evil and profound.

She coughed, and moved her body calmly: "Then you don't care about him?" [

Feng Xiaoxun almost wanted to laugh, does he still need to worry about himself?

He squinted his eyes, and put his arms around her waist again: "Well, there is nothing to worry about. The only thing I think about is you." He didn't blush, and picked up the bowl of soup: "Here , this soup is going to be cold, drink it quickly." Involuntarily approaching her lips, he threatened in a low voice: "You keep obstructing me, be careful, I will feed you in a special way."

His voice was deep and magnetic with a hint of ambiguity.The arms were tightly attached to her waist, the temperature of the skin was transmitted through the thin cloth, and his body temperature was slightly higher.

Fang Xiyan frowned slightly, and sighed: "I'll do it myself." She took the bowl.

Feng Xiaoxun seemed a little regretful, but he let her go: "That's good. Drink!"

Fang Xiyan paused for a moment, then pursed her lips suddenly, and looked at him with a half smile but not a smile: "You can let me drink, but you have to accompany me!" Her voice was delicate and crisp, her eyes were watery, with a hint of coquettishness. means.

Feng Xiaoxun's heart moved: "How can I accompany you? I can't drink this soup."

"I drink soup, you drink wine? Do you dare to fight with me?" Fang Xiyan thought of a new trick.

Feng Xiaoxun's eyes flashed, and he laughed loudly: "Why don't you dare?! Just compare. How about a sip of soup and a sip of wine?"

Fang Xiyan snorted: "That can't be done, my soup is much worse than wine, and I have to exchange you for three glasses of wine for a sip of soup!"

Feng Xiaoxun didn't care about it: "Okay, it's up to you."

He has a good physique that won't get drunk after a thousand cups, even if this girl drank all the soup, it's just two jars of wine for him.

For him, it's a trifle!

As long as he can coax her to drink all the soup, it doesn't matter if he drinks two jars more.