The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 285 "I'm Hungry"

The kick that was supposed to be on the door of the room kicked out of the door in a daze.

Feng Canglan pulled the straddle and sat on the ground.

Zong Zhengyu came over to help Feng Canglan up.

Feng Canglan slapped him away before touching him, "Don't touch me."

She raised herself up and stood up. Although she had internal strength, her body's softness was really not good enough.

It hurt to stretch the span just now.

Think about a person who doesn't know how to split a horse, suddenly falls hard into a split horse.

That sourness and pain.

"Where does it hurt?" He asked softly.

Feng Canglan glared viciously, and then said nothing.

Limping and enduring the pain, he walked to the bed.

Zong Zhengyu turned around and closed the door, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Walking up to Feng Canglan, she immediately turned sideways.

No matter what Zong Zhengyu said, there was no response.

He grabbed Feng Canglan's wrist and wanted to pull him around, but when he touched it, he was thrown away, "Don't touch me!"

Her muffled voice was full of tears, Zong Zhengyu's eyes were slightly condensed, and he squatted in front of Feng Canglan and looked up.

Feng Canglan immediately turned around, buried her head lower, as if refusing to communicate.

"It hurts from the fall?"

"Why are you so careless?" He said, sitting next to Feng Canglan.

As soon as she sat down, Feng Canglan moved to the side.

Zong Zhengyu put his arms around her slender waist and sat on his lap, "Are you still angry?"

"Okay, good boy."

Feng Canglan struggled for a while, but if he couldn't break free, he simply stopped moving and ignored Zong Zhengyu.

Tears kept pouring down my eyes, drop by drop.

A tear fell on the back of Zong Zhengyu's hand, and he felt his heart burn.

"Lan'er, don't be angry, I was wrong."

"Tell me where it fell."

Feng Canglan raised her head sharply, her beautiful eyes full of tears were full of accusations.

The blush on her face hadn't faded, as if she had been bullied severely.

Zong Zhengyu's breathing was stagnant, and his eyes darkened.

"Where it hurts, I'll show you."

This time Feng Canglan's neck was red, and he even forgot to be angry.

Look... what to look at.

It hurts to pull the cross, can you watch it?

"Hey, where does it hurt, don't worry about me."

Seeing that Zongzheng Yu's eyes were full of anxiety and worry, Feng Canglan snorted almost imperceptibly.

Still obedient.

Shameless, who allowed him to take a nickname.

"It hurts to pull Kua." After finishing speaking, Feng Canglan's cheeks were so red that he could bleed, and his eyes dodged a little shyly.

Zong Zhengyu was stunned for a moment, thinking of Feng Canglan's appearance just now when he entered the door, he understood.

He lifted Feng Canglan's skirt, mobilized his inner strength to gather his palms, and kneaded the thighs that were stretched and hurt.

The gentle touch caused Feng Canglan to tremble, she looked straight at Zong Zhengyu, and confirmed that his face was serious and let out a few breaths.

She was really poisoned by the novels she read before.

Head full of yellow crap.

Ming Ming Zong Zhengyu was right, he was angry because he thought wrongly.

But it's also because he doesn't understand style!
Feng Canglan's face was expressionless, but his heart had already turned a thousand times.

"Change your posture." Zong Zhengyu's magnetic voice sounded, and Feng Canglan's ears warmed up.

Stared in shock.

Zong Zhengyu frowned, "I'll rub the other leg for you."

Feng Canglan's cheeks flushed, reddening to a new height.

Cooperate with Zong Zhengyu to change direction.

The surface is calm, but the heart is screaming.

Zong Zhengyu! !Do you know that speaking like this is easy to be misunderstood!
Feng Canglan was obedient and quiet all of a sudden, completely gone from the bared-toothed, mouth-to-eating appearance just now.

After a long time, Zong Zhengyu's voice sounded, "Is it better?"

"En." Feng Canglan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"I'll rub it for you again."

Feng Canglan sat tense all the time, and after hearing that she would rub for a while, her back softened and she leaned directly on Zong Zhengyu's shoulder.

With Wen Xiang nephrite in his arms, Zong Zhengyu suppressed his pupils and raised a dark color.

His eyes unconsciously fell on the bright red lips, and when he saw the broken skin, his hands tightened unconsciously.

Feng Canglan called out in alarm, Zong Zhengyu quickly retracted the dark eyes, "Does it hurt?"

"Fortunately."

I don't know if it was her illusion, but the hand that Zong Zhengyu kneaded just now rubbed lightly, right?

It seems that there is, and it seems that there is no.

Once this idea is formed, I can't help but think about it in this direction.

Every time Zong Zhengyu rubbed lightly, it brought huge damage to Feng Canglan's body and mind.

She dodged subconsciously and moved around.

Zong Zhengyu paused in his hands, "It still hurts?"

"No...it doesn't hurt anymore."

When Feng Canglan opened her voice, she almost knelt down.

The soft and charming voice was extremely hoarse, and it sounded like an invitation to spend the night together.

Mad!

She figured out her own reaction!What the hell!

Feng Canglan burst into tears in her heart, wanting Zong Zhengyu to stop and go back to each house and find each mother, but the voice from just now came first.

She dared not speak anymore.

She can't stand listening to herself, it's really imaginative.

The moment Zong Zhengyu heard Feng Canglan's voice, his back stiffened, and he stopped even the movements of his hands.

The soft fragrance in his chest rushed into the tip of his nose, and he unconsciously breathed a little faster.

Feng Canglan leaned against his shoulders, and had already changed into thin clothes at the turn of spring and summer. Zong Zhengyu lowered his eyes, and saw that slender and thin shoulders, and his skin so white and glowing.

Zong Zhengyu's breathing was stagnant, and he hurriedly looked away, but his body changed quietly.

Feng Canglan leaned against Zong Zhengyu, wearing thin clothes, so she could clearly feel the earth-shaking changes.

Her face froze, and she subconsciously looked at Zong Zhengyu.

Facing those burning eyes, Feng Canglan's heart trembled.

Quickly withdrew his eyes and wanted to run to the bed, Zong Zhengyu seemed to sense her intention, and pinched Feng Canglan's waist with his massaging hands.

"Night...it's late at night, go to bed first."

I had thoughts about that just now, but now it's gone.

She could feel strong through their clothes!strong!

"My dear." He called softly.

Feng Canglan felt goosebumps all over his body, "It's getting late, I have to rest."

"No way." Zong Zhengyu sighed, lowered his head and kissed Feng Canglan's fair neck.

Surprised by the warm touch, Feng Canglan tilted his head, making it easier for Zong Zhengyu to kiss his slender neck without restraint.

The numbness and crispness are transmitted to the brain and spread to the limbs and bones.

Feng Canglan let out a trembling "ah".

Zong Zhengyu's eyes were flushed, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his phoenix eyes were forbearing and restrained.

With one free hand, he squeezed Feng Canglan's slender and soft hand, lowered his head and kissed the fingertips, dark eyes rolled in his deep eyes, as if he wanted to dismantle Feng Canglan to feed his hunger.

Feng Canglan's brain was buzzing, his mind was like a ball of paste, his whole body was tense, and his attention was focused on the fingertips he was nibbling.

His cheeks were as red as the sunset glow in the sky, he wanted to retract and was dragged to death.

Zong Zhengyu tilted his head to Feng Canglan's ear, his hoarse voice was magnetic and mellow, imperceptibly revealing a temptation, "I'm hungry."

(End of this chapter)