The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1480 Lan'er, I want to make more progress

Feng Canglan's pupils froze slightly as she struggled with her bound hands, "Hey!"

"I'm telling you! Don't push yourself too hard..."

Her voice was gradually swallowed up, and the arc of the struggle in her hands became smaller and smaller, gradually being substituted into it.

Zong Zhengyu's kiss is like a drizzle that moistens everything. Even if it is unilateral, it will not make people resist, but will drag the other party into Feimi bit by bit.

Like a frog boiled in warm water, it makes the opponent drown unconsciously, and when it is realized, it is already deep in the mud and it is difficult to get out.

The cold wind outside the house rustled the branches of the trees.

A few gusts of night wind slipped into the hall, and the light gauze curtains fluttered, and two figures on the bed could be vaguely seen.

The hall is dim and hazy, and the swaying gauze adds to the ambiguity and imagination.

"Lan'er..."

Zong Zhengyu withdrew from the save, his dark-smudged pupils focused on his rouge lips, his knuckle fingers gently rubbed the corners of his lips, and his gaze slowly moved upwards.

Facing Shang Feng Canglan's unclear eyes, his phoenix eyes are full of tenderness, and his magnetic voice is gentle and tender, "People are always greedy."

"I do the same with Lan'er."

He leaned over and kissed Feng Canglan's earlobe, and opened the skirt of his clothes with his fingers, "Lan'er, I want to make more progress."

The deep voice is hoarse, and the meaning is self-evident.

Feng Canglan looked at Zong Zhengyu whose head was almost buried in his neck, and his red lips moved slightly, "If I say no, what will you do?"

Instead of answering directly, she threw the question back.

Zong Zhengyu paused with his fingers moving his clothes, the corners of his eyes were dark, and he kissed Feng Canglan's thin lips, his voice became even hoarse, "Objection is invalid."

Four words are finalized.

Feng Canglan suddenly felt speechless, knowing the reply.

"Then you still ask me?" Mingzhi the consultant.

"Hmm..." Zong Zhengyu's nasal voice was thick, and his fingertips were entwined with black silk scattered on the bed. "The process of asking for Madam's consent still needs to go through."

Whether to listen or not is another matter.

Feng Canglan tilted her neck slightly, rolled her eyes, she really was making progress!Get cheap and sell well!
The wind seemed to be particularly strong tonight, accompanied by the sound of heavy rain pouring down, drowning out the sound in the hall.

When the rain falls in autumn and winter, the whole Qingqiu completely cools down.

After a night of rain baptism, Qingqiu seems to have a new look, moving from autumn.

The Albizia julibrissin on the branch was destroyed by the torrential rain overnight, and it was drooping, very pitiful.

After the rain, the sun shines on the green hills, shining on the flowers on the branches, and they are full of vitality in an instant, making them more charming and charming.

Two birds landed on the branches of Albizia julibrissin blooming, in pairs, the scenery is pleasant and picturesque.

three poles in the sun
Birds were chirping outside the window, but the hall was still quiet.

Feng Canglan slept soundly, but Zong Zhengyu had already woken up.

Looking at the sweet person sleeping in his arms, his heart felt soft, and his deep phoenix eyes were filled with tenderness.

Looking at the broken hair sticking to his temples, he stretched out his hand to brush it away, but he still woke up Feng Canglan with a cautious movement.

Half-opened eyes, sleepy eyes, messy black hair.

The whole person is in a half-dream and half-awake state, with a bit of charm in his laziness.

The blue silk slipped down on the shoulders, and the black and white contrast was particularly eye-catching.

Zongzheng Yufeng's eyes deepened, she lifted the quilt up two inches, leaned over and kissed Feng Canglan's eyes, "Are you awake?"

Magnetic's voice was low and gentle, and the two words he said seemed like love words.

Feng Canglan became more sober, and sat up slowly, "Yeah."

Zong Zhengyu took the shirt and put it on Feng Canglan's shoulders, and dressed him slowly.

"Why bother?" Feng Canglan yawned, "It's about waving."

After being a human being for a long time, sometimes I forget this skill.

"I don't want to." Zong Zhengyu swallowed two words slowly, without raising his head, he continued to tie Feng Canglan's clothes.

He didn't look up until he was finished, "I took it off, I should put it on myself."

(End of this chapter)