Feng Lingran’s arms clearly felt the stiffness of her delicate body. This was an instinctive resistance reaction. Feng Lingran didn’t like it very much. Thinking of what Feng Shaotang told him last night, Feng Lingran pressed down. Displeasure in my heart.

He should give her more time.

Feng Lingran didn't speak, withdrew her hand, and saw her quickly away from herself, just like the bird that got out of the cage, Feng Lingran squeezed her fingers silently.

He lifted off the quilt and got out of bed first. His long figure, wearing a white long blouse, thick ink hair leaned softly on his back, like a beautiful ink painting on rice paper.

Yun'er shrunk in the bed, her back against the wall, her hand pulled the quilt, and she clutched herself tightly. She was waiting for Feng Lingran to leave before she would get up.

An accidental scene made Yun'er startled.

Another picture emerged from her mind. The man in the painting was like Feng Lingran, with white snow and black hair hanging down. He was not as terrible as Feng Lingran, he exuded gentleness and gentleness throughout his body, Just like the warm wind in spring, it can warm the ice water left by the cold.

Brother, where are you?Why didn't you come to Yuner?

Yuner's eyes were a little wet, and she didn't want to stay with this man for a moment.

When Feng Lingran turned around, he caught the sadness in the eyes of "Xiao Xi". He frowned, and his black eyes instantly became cold. Is her sadness like falling in love with Nan Huajun?

Yun'er felt her cold eyes like a sharp ice blade. She shook her body and lifted the back of her hand to wipe away the tears that were about to fall. Her red eyes said to Feng Lingran: "I didn't sleep well last night , Eyes hurt, do you have any medicine?"

After she finished speaking, she seemed to think of something, letting her voice down, and screaming a little stiffly in her voice: "Ling, then."

Feng Ling was stunned, seeing her with some uneasy and shy expression, he was inexplicably happy in his heart, ignoring her little trick of lying.

"What do you call me?" he asked.

"Ling, Ling Ran." Yun'er didn't dare to look directly into his eyes. Even at this moment, his eyes had softened, she still didn't dare to look directly. She followed his will and called again, exquisite The little face turned red. She had never called any man like this, even Nan Huajun, just called her brother.

"I didn't hear it." Feng Lingran looked at her red face, her eyes dark and her voice hoarse.

Yun'er bit her lip, she didn't like to call him "Ling Ran" at all. This was Xiao Xi's nickname for him. After she woke up today, it appeared in Yuner's mind, and she knew it well. Feng Lingran likes to call him Xiao Xi.

Yuner wants to leave here and get rid of Feng Lingran completely, he must first relax his vigilance.

Yuner was playing Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, and the grieved yelled again: "Ling Ran."

Feng Lingran smiled, and her beautiful face was like Han Jiangxue, which was warming instantly. Yuner looked at it, and she was a little crazy.

Feng Lingran walked towards her, scared Yun'er turned white again, shaking her body, shrinking back, holding her back against the wall, and she had no place to shrink. Such behavior, but almost angered Feng Lingran.

The warmth on Feng Lingran's face gradually disappeared, and his thin lips were pursed: "I'll let the next person prepare some food."

After that, Feng Lingran strode out.

She still remembers him, he shouldn't force her too tight.

Feng Lingran believed Feng Shaotang's words, not only because the body in the room was Xiao Xi, he penetrated her meridian last night, and felt the breath of Xiao Xi's soul, and the life spirit of Tan Linghua .

He will investigate, what is going on with Xiao Xi?What happened between her and Nan Huajun?

But he never allowed it, and she left him again.

Yuner waited for Feng Lingran to leave, her delicate body stopped shaking, rubbed her red eyes, shook her head, and said with some pain.

"Xiao Xi, don't give me your memory, I don't want it, I don't want it at all."