Ho Tian entered Fenghai Tong's room with a tray, but found her sitting on the bed with red cheeks and a trance.

He jumped and quickly walked to the window, reaching up and touching her forehead.

The touch of a rough hand woke the wind and sea tongue.

When I saw the people close to me, Haitang was stunned, and the joy came to my beautiful face, “Ho Tian, you... are you here? ”

Ho Tian dropped the tray in his hand and looked at her worried, comparing to a gesture, “How are you? Does it still hurt? ”

Fenghai shook his head, "I'm all set. ”

A painful silence between the two.

“Ho Tian, you're right...”

Feng Haitang summoned up the courage to speak, but Xiao Haotian had already brought the porridge bowl to her.

“Eat something first.” He compares.

Feng Haitang's face faded and squeezed the porcelain bottle hidden in her cuffs.

Hao Tian is definitely trying to escape the problem between them again.

He didn't want to mention it, didn't want to be clear, so he interrupted his words.

Perhaps when his body is well, he will try to push himself out again.

Just give her a flirty word: "I don't deserve you. ”

No, she would never accept such a result.

Feng Haitang chewed his teeth off and his head was full of mu 'an's phrase "raw rice cooked mature rice”.

Her heart was so disturbed that when Hao Tian asked carefully how her porridge tasted, she couldn't taste it at all, but nodded mechanically.

Xiao Hao Tian saw her carelessly, slightly disappointed, but immediately regained some spirit.

Think about how you can make it better next time.

At this point, suddenly there was a low voice in the ear: “Ho Tian, you... take a bite too, okay? ”

Ho Tian raised his head and his heart was shaken by the fall eyes of Shangfeng Haitang.

His cheeks poured up when the heat was hot, but his skin was dark and not easy to detect.

But by this time, his mind had become sluggish and completely unthinkable. All he knew was to open his mouth and pass that little hand of porridge into the entrance.

Hot porridge went into his stomach, but he didn't even think about it. He couldn't taste what it tasted like.

All of a sudden, the fragrance of the clear and unseen surfaces came along.

Yang Hao's heart jumped suddenly and his head was raised before he found Feng Haitang's face close to him.

Women's snowy, tender skin and those pale powdered lips, close by.

Ho Tian only felt deep inside his body, a flame burning hot.

Amazing heat traveled all over his body, eventually gathering somewhere in his lower abdomen.

“Ho Tian...” Feng Haitang's hand wrapped around his neck, wet and warm exhaled with a hint of tenderness that she would never normally show, "Ho Tian, do you... like me? ”

The Xuan medicine poured into the bowl of porridge was not only eaten by Xiao Haotian, but also by Feng Haitang.

Ho Tian's throat rolled up and down, so halfway back he nodded.

Feng Haitang smiled softly and his eyes were like silk.

She lowered her head slowly and touched slightly on the man's somewhat dry lips, "Ho Tian, do you want me? If you really like me, really love me, just hug me now, okay? ”

Grunting!

Ho Tian swallowed a sip.

Reason tells him madly not to desecrate Haitang, not to touch her before the wedding night, not to!