The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 101:

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He suddenly made a mysterious backhand and suppressed her hair.

Feng Zhiwei softly said "ouch", clapped his hand, pulled out his hair, and said: "Don't make trouble."

Her voice was soft and full of smiles. It was her usual gentleness, but with a little more rare indulgence and thoughtfulness. Ning Yi suddenly felt that in his cold heart, a small light bulb lit up somewhere in his heart. Candles are not burning, but they are always warm and bright.

He hurriedly put on his underwear under the quilt, then looked around carefully, his eyes gradually darkened, but then he said: "Where did you get the fire?"

Then he frowned and asked, "Did you touch her things?"

"I just know that you need it." Feng Zhiwei turned her back to him, as if she didn't hear the hesitation in his tone, "No matter how precious a thing is, it is not as important as life."

Ning Yi fell silent, looked around, and said sadly in a low voice for a long time: "Nothing has changed..."

The wind poured in through the window lattice, and Feng Zhiwei, who was wearing half-wet clothes, was busy sneezing and had no time to care about him.

Ning Yi gently stroked his chest, found a pill in his outer robe pocket and took it. Hearing Feng Zhiwei’s loud sneezing, he hesitated and said, “You can also take down those tents and burn them.”

"Are you willing to give up again?" Feng Zhiwei looked back and smiled at him.

"I just don't want you to show off your mistakes by sneezing at the banquet at night." Ning Yiyong sat up with a calm expression.

This man was always so unreliable that Feng Zhiwei was too lazy to pay attention to him and kept the brazier burning brightly. Hearing the man behind him say: "Drag him to the bedside."

Do you really think of me as your maid?

Of course she was dissatisfied, but Miss Feng, who was used to being a double-faced person, still smiled and dragged the brazier over.

"Come here for a moment." Ning Yi continued to order lightly.

Feng Zhiwei went over and sat on the edge of the bed.

The man behind him lifted the quilt and said lightly again: "Come in, I'll give you half."

Feng Zhi stood up with a slight swish and said: "My hair is messed up, I will comb it."

Suddenly someone pinched her waist, using no internal strength, but with a superb technique. Feng Zhiwei's body immediately went limp, and then she was dragged into a warm place.

My heart was pounding, and I remained frozen and huddled there. Feng Zhiwei smiled flatteringly in her wolf's paws: "Your Highness, men and women cannot be intimate."

"I don't intend to kiss you either." The gorgeous and cool aura of the person behind him became stronger and stronger, with a hint of medicinal fragrance. It smelled spacious and refreshing, but the strength on his waist did not give way. He dragged her desperately into bed inch by inch, "Do you think you are so beautiful that I can't help myself?"

Feng Zhiwei dug her fingers into the edge of the bed, pondered for a moment and said, "I think I can."

The man behind him choked, then coughed. He reached out and touched her soft hole, stuffed her into the quilt, and said angrily: "How can you dry yourself with your clothes on? I'm not afraid of getting wet from you." What else do you dislike?"

"I despise you." Feng Zhiwei finally couldn't wear the mask anymore and glared at him even more unbearably, "Is this how you treat your savior? How can I get married in the future with you like this?"

"Marry?" The anger on Ning Yi's face suddenly became complicated after hearing this, and he said with a stern smile, "It seems that you have really dreamed about Princess Huzhuo."

"Fortunately it's not Princess Chu." Feng Zhi smiled even more fakely than him.

Ning Yi stared at her for a long time, then suddenly laughed. After laughing, he ignored her and started to peel off her clothes.

Feng Zhiwei fell there miserably. Thinking of Mr. Dong Guo’s story, she felt that His Highness the King of Chu was the hopeless Zhongshan wolf.

I also feel that the situation is really changing. This person is obviously seeking revenge. The retribution in this world comes so quickly. I should have left a pair of shame pants for him earlier.

Women's clothes are more troublesome. It took Ning Yi a long time to take off her outer skirt, and put it on the edge of the bed to heat it. When he turned around, he saw the woman closing her eyes tightly and muttering something unknown.

He listened carefully and heard her murmuring over and over again: "This is the eunuch, this is the eunuch, this is the eunuch..."

Ning Yi stared at this smiling tigress who could make people angry without even making a move, and wanted to slap him down and kill him.

However, after staring for a long time, looking at the delicate dimples under the body, a faint blush on the cheeks, the jade-white skin becomes more and more fragile, the red lips and pearly teeth are shining, if you deliberately ignore that If it sticks out between the teeth, it's still very pretty and delicious.

And that murmuring mouth should rest.

He suddenly leaned down.

Whose lips are so sweet and fragrant, containing the boundless beauty of spring for thousands of years. Once you touch it, you will be amazed. If you go deeper, you will lose your soul. You can't help but open your teeth and attack the city.

Perhaps originally I just wanted to block the murmuring mouth, or punish the person who is soft on the outside but strong on the inside. However, once I touch the softness of the world, I feel like a tired traveler encountering a warm resting place, indulging in it. Don't want to let go.

In the past twenty-three years, life has been so bitter, but he finally encountered a sweetness that he had never tasted in his life. He indulged his heart in an instant. He just wanted to be indulged in her sweetness forever, and his fingers penetrated deeper into the back of her head. Hair, holding her frail shoulders, penetrating deeper into her, intertwining their tastes indistinguishably.

The heavy rain was rumbling, and someone's thin breathing could be heard in such a hustle and bustle. They were so close, so close, leaving no space for each other to escape.

A soft sound suddenly erupted from the brazier, and sparks exploded.

The starry flowers bloomed in the dark room, like a ten-foot-long firework, awakening the moment of intoxication. Ning Yi's eyes suddenly became clear, and he turned over and moved away.

He stroked his chest slightly, and a burst of suffocation forced him to cough lightly. A thin blush appeared on his lips, and he raised his hand to wipe it away.

The pain was so painful and the medicine was so ferocious that he almost lost control.

Feng Zhiwei's chest was also rising and falling slightly, and the flush on her face had not subsided. She touched the soft numb hole and couldn't move. She stared at the tent ceiling, trying to see the tent ceiling as someone's face and burn it out with her own eyes. Come to a hole.

There is no need to bake the clothes. In this way, the heat from your own body alone is enough to dry them.

Ning Yi calmed down and pulled away a little. When he turned his head and saw her calm expression and fierce eyes, he couldn't help but smile.