The Devil King of Fast Wear was a Little Sweet

1689 Your Concubine (5)

"It's going to hurt a little bit. The bones are hurt. I really have to come here." Feng Er looked up at her.

He was really surprised that Feng Yan could be so stubborn.

Feng Er has been following Feng Yan for half a year. He knows that this little girl, although the daughter of the Feng family, is fierce in temper and human.

Feng Er felt this kind of wounded healing process, and he didn't feel anything, but he knew that for a pampered girl, this was far beyond the tolerance range.

"The four princes are coming back, and I have to get back as soon as possible." Feng Erneri was amazing and heard the movement outside the thatched house, which made him have to put his heart down.

The hand holding Xia Ling's ankle suddenly exerted force, and only a slight "click" was heard. Xia Ling took a breath and a pain soon came from the ankle.

"Yan'er, how are you?" Sima Qu's inquiry sounded from outside the door.

Xia Ling sweated a little on her forehead. She raised her hand and wiped it, before she looked at Feng Er.

Here, the image of Feng Erjian's body is a black shadow in the daytime, which quickly flew out of the window.

"Okay." Xia Ling looked back.

Her enduring pain was not in vain. Feng Er looked at her pain but was stubborn, and her favorability for her rose from 2 to 7.

Another 5 o'clock favor increased, Xia Ling looked fairly satisfied.

"There is nothing in this village that can make up the body. I asked the maid to cook an egg for you. You ate it to make up the body." Sima Qu came in with a wooden plate.

There are two bowls of rice on the wooden plate, two side dishes, and an egg.

The rice is wheat rice, cooked wheat, and fried wild vegetables, and there is no oil or water.

"You have worked hard, Shiro." Xia Ling looked at Sima Lu as if slightly moved.

Sima Qu smiled at the moment, "No hard work, Yan'er, it's not that it's okay, let's be together, we don't want any glory and wealth, just live together for life and life!"

Xia Ling looked at Sima Lu.

From his thin and beautiful face, Xia Ling could see no trace of disguise.

"Well, Shiro, we'll be fine, together." She looked up at Sima Qu, and the bottom of her eyes shone brightly, as if he had also printed him into the bottom of her eyes.

"Good Yaner." Sima Qu handed the tableware to Xia Ling, accidentally ... touching her hand.

Sima Qu shook his hand like an electric shock, looking carelessly, but looking at Xia Ling, his eyes were extremely gentle.

The lone man and the woman are elope.

The atmosphere is so solitary with so much solitude.

Xia Ling could feel that Sima Lu wanted to happen to her.

From the beginning I wanted to help her rub her ankles, and now more or less create an ambiguous atmosphere with her, man ... These moves are for the night.

A pair of men and women who are elopes are naturally married couples.

Speaking of tonight is their cave night, Sima Qu's manners are intimate and ambiguous, but not excessive.

Xia Ling pretended to be shy and did not respond to Sima Qu's words.

She secretly covered her with tableware and rubbed her fingers vigorously, just wanting to wipe out the place where Sima Qu just touched her.

Suddenly, Dingdong, Dingdong, goodwill was reminded twice in succession.

Upon viewing the consciousness, it turned out that Feng Er had a good opinion of her 7. After two consecutive -1s, it fell from 7 to 5.

Oh, this is the wrong Feng Er!

Said I didn't like her, but now, watching her outside is closer to Sima Lu, will you be jealous?

Thinking of him, Xia Ling calmed down.

Feng Er has martial arts, and he is there. As long as she doesn't want to, she won't suffer from Sima Lu here.

(End of this chapter)