The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1290 Does Lan'er want me to wake up?
Feng Canglan's heart skipped a beat, he let go of his hair, and said with a smile, "Yu Yu is awake."

"Does Lan'er want me to wake up?"

"If there is anything important to do later, I can continue to sleep."

Feng Canglan understood instantly, and pushed Zong Zhengyu, "Fuck you."

As soon as he touched his wrist, he was grabbed by a force, and Feng Canglan was pulled over.

The two went up and down, their eyes intertwined.

Gathering so close together, almost nose-to-nose.

After staring at each other for a long time, Feng Canglan turned her eyes away with reddish ears, "Get up soon, it's been a few days."

She struggled to get up with her bound hands, Zong Zhengyu did not let go but held them tighter, pulled her to her lips and kissed, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "I can come again..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Canglan covered his throat with one hand.

"Old and unscrupulous!"

Feng Canglan patted Zong Zhengyu on the shoulder lightly, and said something strange.

Zong Zhengyu opened the hand covering his mouth and held it, rubbing it carefully, his phoenix eyes blurred, "Aren't you serious?"

"Isn't it very serious?"

"Rolling." Feng Canglan struggled to withdraw his hands, and hurriedly got up from the bed.

What skill did Zong Zhengyu awaken!
Just can't bear to stare at it!
Sure enough, the current beauty will bring disaster to the country and the people!
As soon as Feng Canglan stood up, a hand grabbed her waist and took her back. She subconsciously moved her body back and sat down on the bed again.

Zong Zhengyu came close to him, leaned on Feng Canglan's shoulders, embraced him with both hands, silently, with countless affection hidden in his actions.

"Yu Yu?" Sensing the strangeness of the person behind him, Feng Canglan called softly.

Zong Zhengyu's chin resting on his shoulders changed position, and the hands around his slender waist tightened even more.

"It's been a long time since I've hugged Lan'er well."

His voice was soft and light, with a bit of coolness that made it hard to bear to say the words of rejection.

"What's the matter?" Feng Canglan turned his head and frowned at the person leaning on his shoulder, "It's all right."

What's going on with the inexplicable sadness?

"It's okay, I just want to hug Lan'er."

Hearing the sound, Feng Canglan turned his body slightly and hugged him with both hands, raised his head and kissed the cheek, "There are opportunities to hug, in the future, you can hug him however you want."

"I'm right here, and I can't run away."

"There is no news about the martial law in Lingtian Academy. It feels a bit strange."

"And it's not an option to wait like this. If the enemy doesn't move, I will move."

"Solve the matter of Enron first, we still have a lot of time in the future."

As she spoke, she raised her head and kissed again, her brows and eyes were full of smiles, full of longing for a better life in the future.

Zongzheng stared at Yufeng, stared at Qiushui's smile and nodded, and nodded warmly, "Yes, there are plenty of opportunities."

He let go of his clasped hands, Feng Canglan stood up and waved his hands, the whole person was already well dressed, just about to do something to the messy hair when Zong Zhengyu stopped him, "Let me help you comb your hair."

"No..." I wanted to say no, it can be solved with a spell, but thinking of Zong Zhengyu combing his hair with his own hands, he nodded and said, "Okay."

She sat back again.

Zong Zhengyu picked up Feng Canglan's green silk and combed it a little bit, his movements were gentle and careful, for fear of hurting Feng Canglan.

While combing his hair, Zong Zhengyu's hair spread out in front of Feng Canglan's eyes.

The silver hair is in stark contrast to the black hair, and the silver-white hair reminds her of the millennium that has passed her by in the blink of an eye.

Feng Canglan's Qiushui eyes gradually became firmer. Regardless of combing her hair, she suddenly turned around and hugged Zong Zhengyu, her voice trembling, "Yu Yu."

Zong Zhengyu froze in combing his hair, looked at his little wife in his arms and said softly, "You are combing your hair."

"Yuyu, you are so kind!" She swore that she would never let Yuyu down!

Zong Zhengyu smiled lightly, and nodded Feng Canglan's nose, "Of course..."

"Oh no--"

(End of this chapter)