Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 1369

After she passed out, he hugged the petite person in his arms covered in sweat, stretched out his big trembling palm, and gently stroked along her smooth face.

Going back and forth like this several times, especially when his big palm landed behind her ears, he rubbed it delicately, not letting go of every inch of her skin.

After following her chin and earlobe, I fumbled back and forth for a piece of incense, and there was no abnormality in the touch of my hand.

He gently laid the little person in his arms, who had fallen asleep soundly from exhaustion, on the pillow, held up the night pearl, and looked around carefully under her earlobe.

Still didn't find any traces of seams, she closed Ye Mingzhu in a moment of irritability, and looked at her half-dark face under the light.

Did he guess wrong?
Did he really guess wrong?
If it was wrong, why did she feel so familiar to him from the beginning?

Will he be greedy for her breath?

Would he like every time she approached?
If he guesses wrong, how to explain the stories in those paintings, what is even more difficult to explain is that after returning home with her in his arms yesterday, quietly guarding her as she fell asleep, some memories that she has never painted will automatically flash in her mind debris.

He held the cold feet of the woman in the painting to his chest, and looked at her with pity;
He put his arms around her flat on the boulder covered with red maple leaves, leaned over and kissed her gently;
She and him cuddled together on a cliff to watch the sunrise, looked at each other affectionately, and spoke a thousand words in silence...

If he is really the man in her painting, why isn't she the woman in the painting?
If not, why did he feel familiar with her when he saw her for the first time, and why did he like her breath even more?
That was the feeling that in the vast crowd, only she could approach him.

What went wrong?

He was upset for a while, and always felt that he could grasp something, and something suddenly flashed out of his mind. The more he wanted to grasp it quickly, the more he couldn't grasp the fragments of that memory.

Seeing the little girl sleeping soundly on the bed, she lost all sleepiness for a moment, put on a robe and left the bedroom, walking in the snow field of Piaoxueyuan.

It was very cold, so I wandered to the door of the study, gently opened the door of the study and lit the lamp.

In the dead of night, the study room without her was terribly silent.

There are several paintings on the table in the study, one of which is a scene of him running wildly in the street market with the girl in the painting on his back.

I don't know if she made a mistake when she dyed the paint?

He half-covered her buttocks by the palm, her robe was stained with blood, looked up along the back, she put her head on his back, she looked shy, she hesitated to speak What, her lips trembled slightly, and she looked embarrassed again.

The next picture is an old man calling for her pulse.

Looking at the painting, he always felt that he should stand beside the girl in the painting, and a few words from the doctor came to his mind automatically.

"Young master, your little lady is having her period, and so is the young master, how can you marry such a young lady, hahaha..."

He thought of the picture of himself standing next to the girl, and he should have a face full of embarrassment, because he knew that she was not injured, but just after her first menarche, and at the same time he let out a long breath.

"Hahaha……"

The picture of the old man leaning back and forth with laughter appeared before his eyes again.

"The old man will let the little girl buy a menstrual belt for your little lady, and the young master will wait."

Xuanyuanchen himself didn't know, when this ridiculous picture appeared in his mind, the corner of his lips slightly curled into a crescent moon, and even that feeling of embarrassment suddenly rushed into his heart.

(End of this chapter)