Chapter 182

Compared with yesterday's blushing little face, today's Jiang Xi is relatively better, at least her face is not so red.

Last night, I posted a fever-reducing sticker all night, and took a sweaty hot bath with white wine mixed with water. Last night's sweat was finally detoxified.

At least the nose is ventilated, and the ventilation of the nose has also improved Jiang Xi's spirit.

Today's Fat Mao didn't come with me, and it's not good to bring cats here often. Most importantly, I don't know what happened to Fat Mao. It's been abnormal recently.

To avoid any accident, Jiang Xi forcibly left it in the hotel.

If I finished the filming early today, I could call it a day.

This scene is the scene of Qin Yi waking up.

It was also this glance that made him have a different feeling for Feng Quan.

At this time, Jiang Xi was wearing the red dress she wore in the makeup photo.

This is the beginning of the relationship between the two.

Qin Yi, who originally thought that he would die this time, instinctively opened his eyes and looked at the strange environment with a very warm layout in front of him.

He began to look around warily.

hehehe-

The sensitivity of the martial arts practitioners, a pleasant voice came from the ear.

Follow the sound.

[Slender Yanji is fifteen years old, and she is used to dragging her long skirts instead of making slender steps.

Everyone looked at Yan Rantong, the color of the world was like dust.

A tree and a flower spit out at first glance, apart from nature, I am speechless in wanting to give it away.

In front of Wu Niang, she praised her good dance skills, but she was always mistaken by her waist. 】

I saw a girl in red clothes standing happily under the peach blossom tree. The wind blew gently, and the peach blossoms on the tree were also rolled up. The petals fluttered with the wind, and the girl's melodious voice was even clearer. The words passed into Qin Yi's ears.

Like the melodious gurgling water, the bells tied around her waist made clashing sounds because of the girl's rotation.

Recipe, Shining.

That touch of red dress was destined to burn Qin Yi's eyes, and left an indelible mark in his heart.

Perhaps the light behind him was too hot, and Feng Quan, who had his back to him, turned around.

When he saw the figure standing by the door, his eyes froze for a moment, and then turned into surprise.

"You're awake!"

Her voice was as sweet as she had guessed.

"Um"

A simple word seems extraordinarily hoarse.

No wonder, after all, he has been in a coma for three days and three nights.

As soon as the words fell, Feng Quan, who was originally under the peach blossom tree, had appeared in front of him.

"You haven't healed yet, go in first!"

Feng Quan already knew how handsome the man in front of him was, but when he saw the man in front of him put on the blue gown that he personally prepared for him, he was very satisfied, it really suited him very well.

Seeing the smile on the woman's face, especially the satisfaction in her eyes, Qin Yi guessed something in an instant.

The perennial black black clothes have already become his label of the king of war.

On the battlefield, in order not to let the enemy see whether he was injured, gradually, only this color of his clothes remained.

Because of the perennial black clothes, Qin Yi is still somewhat unaccustomed to this set of clothes of other colors.

But when he saw the satisfaction in the girl's eyes, he felt that he was not as uncomfortable as before.

With the help of the relationship, the girl's unique body fragrance and bursts of peach blossom fragrance also came from the tip of his nose, which made his nerves that had always been tense and couldn't help but relax, and the gravity on the other party was also heavier.

PS: [The peach blossoms are shining brightly. 】—— "The Book of Songs National Style Zhou Nan"

[Slender Yanji is fifteen years old, and she is used to dragging her long skirts instead of making slender steps.Everyone looked at Yan Rantong, the color of the world was like dust.A tree and a flower spit out at first glance, apart from nature, I am speechless in wanting to give it away.In front of Wu Niang, she praised her good dance skills, but she was always mistaken by her waist. 】——"Butterfly Love Flower · The Fifteenth Year of the Slender Yanji" is a poem written by Wang Guowei, a poet in the late Qing Dynasty
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