Iceberg beauty lifts her head

For a moment, he felt a dull pain in his brain, and fell into a state of bewilderment.

He tried hard to recall what happened after taking the love potion, and when he was about to raise his hand to rub his forehead, he found that there was an extra piece of clothes on his hand, which was crumpled like a bunch of snow-white flowers. The thread of water flowed wetly along the folds of the cloth, and the seamstress was obviously the one Yao Qiyun wore yesterday.

He touched his lips and smiled abruptly.

I don't have any impression of whether the clothes were taken off by him.But he remembered that they kissed, and kissed many times.

Although this happened unexpectedly, this kiss should be regarded as an indelible memory for Yao Qiyun?

Although the early morning sun lacked a tinge of warmth, it was covered with bright and visible light. The brightness reflected in the bath water caressed Feng Chengyu's body, as if sprinkled with finely divided Milky Way.

Feng Chengyu's mood jumped for joy, his shoulders trembled slightly as he laughed, and every bright spot in his eyes flashed back every detail of what happened with Yao Qiyun last night.

"hiss--"

The cracked lip lines had barely healed, and after the smile opened the wound just now, Feng Chengyu remembered that Yao Qiyun was angry when he kissed, and bit himself back several times, his lips twitched slightly in pain.

But this injury seems to be relatively light...

Then subconsciously touched his neck carefully, only to feel that his neck was still smooth and tender like a square of tofu, only a split-like bruise was imprinted very lightly, showing some lightly swollen purple red, and it hurt when touched.

Feng Chengyu's fingers trembled.

After the joy passed, his mind regained his clarity, and only then did he truly realize what stupid things he did last night.

This time his consciousness was chaotic, but Yao Qiyun couldn't wake up from the cold.

Such a savage kiss, if he didn't beat him to death, he would only have half his life left.

Estimating how bad the situation was, Feng Chengyu had no choice but to wash up as usual and walk out of the ward, going to have breakfast with Yao Qiyun.

It was already the hour of the hour, and Yao Qiyun sat in the side room to eat on time, as usual, dressed in white clothes like snow.

His clothes have always been plain, and his cleanliness and strong character can be seen.The dishes he ate were so simple that they were almost boring, and the porridge with little meat often made it difficult for others to eat.

But he eats purely just to satisfy his hunger, and rarely pursues sensory enjoyment in taste.This almost rigid habit makes even the sound of the spoon hitting the porcelain wall monotonous and mechanical.

This person looks like this every morning and every hour of the day, so that there is nothing wrong with it.

In the silence that people have long been used to, Feng Chengyu caught a little difference.

When he first entered the door, Yao Qiyun's spoon made a light and chaotic sound, and the arc of his lips pursed perfectly explained how unhappy he was at the moment.

Feng Chengyu saw the obvious annoyance in his eyes, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

The silent confrontation with him didn't last long, Yao Qiyun lowered his head and continued to eat, choosing to ignore him.

Feng Chengyu bravely sat on the bench opposite him, coughing slightly: "Cough, Qiyun, that...I..."

Anticipating what he wanted to mention, Yao Qiyun suddenly stopped the porridge spoon, the bowl and spoon collided with the porcelain wall like sparks, as if Feng Chengyu dared to say a word, the table could be overturned by him .

Feng Chengyu was very knowledgeable, immediately closed his lips, tacitly never mentioned that matter again, even though he just... just wanted to apologize for the attempted early death last night.

... Whenever something exciting happens between the two of them, one of them will always be confused.

Feng Chengyu swallowed his sticky saliva.

That's right, if you want Yao Qiyun to let himself hug and kiss on the bed and fall into the tumbling sea of ​​love, either he is drunk and unconscious, or he has eaten the lust of a bear heart and a leopard.

Feng Chengyu ate it, and regretfully took a bite out of a steamed bun, but it was... tasteless.

Chewing carefully, trying to squeeze out a trace of the delicacy of the grains and wheat, but felt two icy eyes sweeping over his face, making one's hair stand on end with the cold.

Yao Qiyun watched him chew the steamed buns to pieces but didn't swallow them for a long time, his brows were slightly frowned, and his face became a little cold again.

The steamed buns were full of sweetness, and they were so frightened that they "gurgled" into their throats.Feng Chengyu was choked and coughed slowly.

The cough came and went, and gradually became severe, even holding back his cheeks.

This feeling similar to being suddenly deprived of breath when choking, actually made him feel dizzy like never before.

It can be said that he didn't even notice it. Although his body has been recuperating for half a month, it is still not as good as before, and his state can be called as weak as a woman.

Yao Qiyun slightly restrained the cold blame in his eyes, and stretched out his hand to hold his wrist.

Staring at the cheeks that were flushed from the cough or the love medicine from last night, and the light blue arteries that were pulsating with three fingers, he couldn't help but be a little cautious in his eyes.

Feng Chengyu's cough gradually stopped, and he could feel his fingertips caress carefully and earnestly.

If such soft and slender fingers are placed where they should be, how much fun can they add to the two of them?

"You coughed because you swallowed too quickly and choked. There is no other problem."

Yao Qiyun's conclusion seemed to be relieved, pulling Feng Chengyu back from the fantasy world to reality.

The winter wind came through the hall and corridor, blowing on his face, the cold feeling went straight to the bottom of his heart, and dispelled those fantasies that came to mind from time to time.

He nodded and smiled contemptuously: "Thanks to your superb medical skills in the past few decades, my body can't recover so well."

Yao Qiyun let go of his wrist, and after making sure that his possible remaining medicinal properties had completely dissipated, his attitude towards Feng Chengyu was slightly better, and he asked softly:

"What else is uncomfortable?"

It is rare to get the care that Yao Qiyun took the initiative to deliver. Such a simple touch between the two seems to make this cold winter day a little warmer.

A halo of happiness appeared on Feng Chengyu's cheeks, and he replied very generously: "I'm fine, there's nothing uncomfortable. Besides, with you being so kind to me, even if I'm uncomfortable, I feel comfortable!"

Brother Gongzi's voice is like a clear spring and a stone, and it is melodious.He always pops out a witty sentence or two, which is very pleasing to anyone.

Although Yao Qiyun had a sullen face, his temper was relieved a lot.

Feng Chengyu smiled slightly.

With a slight glance, he saw with his own eyes again, traces of redness blooming from the end of Yao Qiyun's earlobe like blood, as if two bright red sand beads were falling, adding a touch of bewitching bright color to his indifferent face. Lovely outside.

That was also the most sensitive part of his whole body, with just a light kiss, he would moan like a kitten.

This is a secret that even he himself does not know.

"I'm full, I'm going out for a while."

The timely speech interrupted Feng Chengyu's idiotic smirk that had lasted for a long time.

He lost his self-management expression just now, and stared at people as if coveting a piece of delicious tender meat. If it wasn't for the blessing of his good looks, he might be called wretched.

Feng Chengyu looked at Yao Qiyun standing up from the opposite table for some reason, as if he was about to leave the side hall, his deep eyes were inexplicably empty, there always seemed to be a little bit of vacancy between the two of them, be it personality or ambition Gap, can not achieve true intimacy.

Yao Qiyun pursed his lips, and when he walked past his seat, he suddenly looked at him and said, "Your tendon injury has completely healed, and no one needs to take care of you. I haven't finished the task of going out of the mountain, so I can't continue to procrastinate." Let’s go down and give the soldiers a chance to store up their strength.”

For a while, the room was so quiet that only the whining of the north wind remained. Yao Qiyun paused for a while before continuing: "You heal your injury before you leave. I'll take a step first."

"Don't follow me any more."

The slightly blunt farewell came suddenly, and Feng Chengyu was stunned for a while before getting up to follow.

"Hey, this is so unprepared!"

Feng Chengyu hugged him from behind with his hands and feet, like a koala: "Just leave? Are you still angry? What happened yesterday was my fault, so I apologize."

This person is a real dog skin plaster, once it sticks to someone, it will be endless. Yao Qiyun's patience has reached the limit, and he is about to put him down with a backhand, but he feels a heat in his right ear, as if two pieces of tenderness are sucking his earlobe.

The piece of soft meat was held in his mouth, and he was biting it lightly with the not-so-sharp teeth, with a gentleness that was bound to invade others, which was just right enough for him to let out a slight hum.

Yao Qiyun was stunned for a moment, he couldn't imagine that such a greasy hum was actually made by himself.

Smelling the increasingly strong smell of gunpowder, Feng Chengyu quickly let go of his ears, but naturally put them close to his lips.

Knowing that the other party was about to explode with anger, this person still acted as if nothing had happened.

Yao Qiyun was not in a hurry to teach him a lesson, seeing him tugging at his own earlobe, he asked, "What are you doing?"

Feng Chengyu showed great surprise on his face, as if he heard a very idiotic question: "Of course I whispered to you."

Yao Qiyun looked at his forehead, raised his hand, and had the urge to open a ladle for him.

Feng Chengyu was startled, quickly pressed down his hand, and explained nonsense: "When we Los Angeles people say goodbye to friends, we have to bite each other's ears, don't you know?"

Yao Qiyun frowned and said nothing. He lived in the mountains for a long time, and the books he was familiar with were only a subset of military classics and histories. He only had a superficial understanding of folk customs. This was the first time he had heard of such a weird custom.

Feng Chengyu saw that he was skeptical, his dark eyes were rolling around, and he didn't know how many ghostly ideas he had come up with.

He reached out and hooked his shoulders, saying