Not only can the people in the world not tell the difference, but they can’t tell the difference between each other themselves. They all know how the most hurtful things are, which shows how deep they understand?

The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred. Wenchu ​​stared at Fengyunqing in a daze. After a while, she suddenly stepped forward and gently hugged Fengyunqing's body tightly in her arms again. Her voice had never been gentle before, and she sighed: "Okay, what do you say is what you say."

Ruyu's hand gently stroked her black hair, as gentle as water, her body as warm as jade, and a warm breath spread, surrounding the light and cold breath of wind and clouds, melting little by little: "I listen to you."

Feeling the warm embrace again, Fengyun Qingren Wenchu ​​hugged her, her lips tightly pursed, and her body leaning against him gradually softened.

Wenchu ​​no longer spoke. The dark night, the warm breath gradually replaced the cold breath. The two figures snuggled together tightly. At the door of the Acacia Pavilion, Yunbanyue quietly looked at the two people hugging each other, and suddenly turned around and left.

Yu Wuqing frowned on the roof, and her phoenix eyes were full of heartache. While Yun Banyue left, she also flew away quietly. Liu Xiangcan, who was sitting on the wall, lost her charming charm of the past, and her thin lips were tightly pursed. She looked at the figure hugging each other, a pair of peach blossom eyes, deep and boundless. At the same time, she flew away.

Wenchu's delicate face was as light as jade, without a trace of expression. She seemed to have no idea that there had been three people here and they left at the same time. She just silently comforted Fengyunqing in her own way.

After a long time, Fengyun reached out and pushed Wenchu ​​away, and wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. The white and clean sleeves were instantly stained with blood. Looking at the sadness and pity in Wenchu's eyes, he chuckled: "He is just a bastard. What should I care about that bastard? I really don't want to feel sorry for myself. Tomorrow he will get out and marry that little princess, and I will also bring in the world beauties into my Tibetan Pavilion. They will be free and have nothing to do with each other. How great!"

Wenchu ​​said nothing, and Feng's eyes were still looking at Fengyun Qing with heartache.

"I am also a bastard myself, not worthy of distress or pity. Don't look at me with this kind of eyes. Although I call you brother, you know that our blood relationship is not enough to prevent me from turning into a beast and eating you." Feng Yunqing suddenly stretched out his hand to cover Wenchu's eyes, and the pain, hatred, anger, and annoyance in his heart gradually dissipated.

Suddenly, my eyes darkened and washed black. Wenchu ​​pursed her lips and said nothing, feeling a soft and cold hand tightly against his eyes.

Feng Yun looked at Wen Chu, with a water-like blue shirt, delicate and handsome face, handsome and tall body, and a faint fragrance of lily lily of the valley, all filled her senses. There was a feeling that made her want to become crazy. That kind of madness was purely the instinct of the body that wanted to seek a breakthrough point and explode.

Fingering his lips tightly, Fengyun's hand that covered Wenchu's face trembled slightly, and suddenly stretched out his arm and held his body back, raised his toes slightly, and kissed his lips.

Wenchu's body became stiff and petrified in an instant. Her eyes widened, but it was still pitch black in front of her. A soft and cool sweet feeling came from her lips. Then his teeth were pried open, and his fragrant tongue slid in, sweeping every fragrance in his mouth wildly.

The little hand suddenly reached into the clothes, rubbed and stroked Wen Hua's jade-like skin, and the place where his fingertips lingered, eroding the bones. Wen Chu's stiff body seemed to be pressed by tens of millions of tons of steel, motionless, and his brain was blank. He only felt that the plundering little hand was cool enough to the bone, but it could arouse the heat in her body.

"So sweet..." Feng Yun murmured softly, accompanied by a rapid breathing, especially intoxicating.

Wenchu ​​felt an electric current rise from her heart and head straight into her brain. In an instant, it felt like it was being electrocuted, and his whole body trembled gently. He suddenly took away Fengyun Qing's hand, which covered his eyes, hugged Fengyun Qing's soft body with his back hand, and kissed her greenly as Fengyun kissed him lightly just now.

"Um..." Feng Yunqing only felt her body softening, and she felt a slight pain and numbness on her lips. The kiss came like a tide, dense, without leaving any gaps at all, and her mind was instantly blank.

The turmoil is gentle, and the aphrodisiac is full of deep longing that is heartbroken. Wenchu ​​kisses tightly, as if he wants to turn all the longings of the past ten years into this moment. He has poisoned him to the bone and can no longer leave him.

"Well..." Feng Yunqing's body gradually softened and turned into a pool of water. He could only support him, and he asked for it. The buttons of the eyebrows, eyes, lips, neck, collarbone, and collarbone were pulled open in panic. The green kiss marks were like red plums, covered by the faint night color, and only the rapid, messy and emotional panting sounds were heard.

The air around the two people warmed up. Men were born with an instinct for this and didn't need to be taught. In just a short time, Wenchu's kiss became gentle and skillful. He reached into Fengyunqing's clothes with jade, groping back and forth to explore her smooth body like brocade, and messing with her curves. Her beautiful eyes surged with a rich fog, her body burned, and that part of her swelled and painful. She just wanted to find a vent.

Suddenly, the mind reflected that day in the small courtyard where plum blossoms are full of orchids, the pearl curtains and the green curtains, the lingering lingering in the mandarin duck tent, her heart suddenly became cold, and then the scene changed. It was the Lan Wang Mansion Haitang Garden. In the room of Lan Xiaoqing, the curtain curtains and tents were full of souls and souls, and life and death were united. The heart instantly surged into the coldness, and the body's burning heat retreated like a tide, and pushed Wenchu ​​away, his voice was still charming and hoarse, and he was panicked: "Don't..."

My body was pushed away suddenly, and Wenchu ​​couldn't help but take two steps back before she could barely stop her body. Her eyes were still full of lust and looked at Feng Yunqing: "Chen'er..."

His heart trembled violently. Feng Yunqing looked at Wen Chu, raised his hand, and a cool breath attacked Wen Chu. However, when Feng Yunqing raised his arms, he locked her soft body tightly again, and lowered his head and covered Feng Yunqing's bright lips that were kissed again.

She is just a poppy flower. Once she gets touched, she doesn't want to quit. There is only a trace of reason in her mind, but he doesn't want to sage her at all. The crazy and messy kiss almost wants to swallow her. Her body is tightly entangled in his arms, leaving no gaps, and the two seem to be one person.

"Min...Minchu...No..." Feng Yunqing had just spoken, and his words had been swept into Wenchu's mouth. He reached out and pushed him away. Wenchu ​​was hugged tightly, his lips were plundered, and a clear sound was made, and the clothes on his chest were torn.

"Chen'er... I miss you so much... I've thought about it for ten years..." Wen Chu felt Feng Yunqing pushing him hard, and he breathed out with a hoarse voice with deep pain and lust, and once again printed a deep and shallow kiss mark on her chest, wild and unable to do so.

The hand that was pushing and rejecting suddenly stopped, Feng Yunqing's body stiffened, Wen Chu suddenly bent over and picked her up, and walked towards the room a few steps away. His voice was dark and hoarse, with deep love and thick fog: "You provoked me ten years ago, so you can't blame me at all..."

Wenchu ​​suddenly hugged her whole body in her arms. Listening to his hoarse and burning voice, full of pain and longing, it was so thick that it could not be dissolved. She looked up in panic, her eyes facing Wenchu's beautiful phoenix eyes. The clear eyes of the past were now a thick layer of love and fog, and Fengyunqing's heart almost stopped in an instant.

A little panic, a little confused, and a little panic. With his slow and steady steps, every step he took, he approached the room one step closer. Her heartstrings trembled step by step. Her eyes, which were as water as water, were stained with thousands of emotions, and they turned into clouds. Even she couldn't recognize what it was.

Wenchu's delicate face was stained with a slight redness in the dark night, her thin lips were tightly pursed, her jade belt was tied with a black hair, and several strands were hanging down in a mess, rubbing against Fengyunqing's face, thin and itchy, constantly trembling her heartstrings.

"Min...Minchu..." Feng Yunqing spoke with difficulty, but didn't know what to say.

Wenchu ​​looked at Feng Yunqing's little face, her phoenix eyes were covered by thick fog, but it was still difficult to cover her gentle eyes, and her gentle and hoarse voice had a sense of determination: "Ten years ago, I regretted letting you go, and today I will never..."

"Miss Feng!" A cold voice suddenly remembered and interrupted Wenchu's words.

Feng Yunqing clearly saw the gentle water-like eyes of Wenchu. A warm vortex suddenly rose in the cold river of heart. The vortex had just dispersed, and when she heard the cold sound that suddenly broke in, she was stunned. The sound was so familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Who?" Wenchu ​​suddenly turned around in her arms holding Feng Yunqing. Her voice was cold, but she was still mixed with fog and lust, with a hint of dullness. Although he was very emotional just now, there was only this person in his arms in the center of his eyes, it was impossible for him to feel that there was no time when an outsider came into the Acacia Pavilion. His eyes were cold. Looking at the person coming, it was obvious that this person's martial arts were not inferior to him.

Feng Yunqing didn't feel the person coming at all, and couldn't help but be shocked. Today, her repeated emotional upsets are indeed not a good phenomenon. The person coming at her is obviously very good at martial arts. If it were the enemy, Wenchu ​​and her would have to finish their lives. It seems that the word love is indeed a poison.

In Wenchu's arms, he raised his buried head and saw a hazy black shadow standing not far behind them. The black shadow was like a ball of black fog. It could only be seen that it was an extremely young man. Feng Yunqing was stunned. She was sure that she definitely didn't know this man, but she felt an inexplicable familiarity for no reason.

Feng Yunqing looked up at Wen Chu and saw that his phoenix eyes had completely disappeared. There was only a little richness left in the bottom of his eyes. He narrowed slightly, his eyes were tightly locked in the black shadow, and his eyes were as cold as ice.
Chapter completed!