The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 951 Lan'er Be Good, Open Your Eyes
Feng Canglan turned her head sideways and closed her eyes tightly as if she had never heard of it.

Sensing Feng Canglan's indifference, Zong Zhengyu leaned forward and pressed it against her ear, his hoarse voice was fatally seductive, "Lan'er, open your eyes."

Feng Canglan's tightly closed eyelashes trembled and moved back.

In exchange for her retreat, Zong Zhengyu made a step forward.

Feng Canglan's hands clinging to Zong Zhengyu's shoulders suddenly clenched tightly, as if wishing to scratch through his shoulder blades, his brows covered in sweat bulged, and wrinkled into a "Chuan".

"Lan'er." Zong Zhengyu's voice was lingering and sentimental, and the low hoarse, magnetic and seductive voice was full of excitement.

He kissed Feng Canglan's pink and tender earlobe intimately, half bewitching and half coaxing, "Good boy, Lan'er is obedient."

"No." Feng Canglan rebuffed straight away, her cheek pressed against Zong Zhengyu's neck, red as if it could drip blood.

"Yuyu, let's rest..." She paused, the hand holding Zong Zhengyu's shoulder suddenly tightened, her trembling voice pleaded, "Can you rest?"

"Tomorrow, I have to go tomorrow...huh~ I have to pick up Liucang."

The tightly closed eyes opened, and the clear autumn eyes were moist and hazy, looking at Zong Zhengyu with prayers.

What kind of hobby is Zong Zhengyu!

shame!Very shameful!
Seeing him open his eyes, Zong Zhengyu's eyes were full of smoke, he hugged Feng Canglan's slender waist and turned him in a different direction.

Feng Canglan almost stuck to the bronze mirror, and could see her blushing cheeks and moist eyes in the bronze mirror.

The whole body is almost pink.

"Lan'er..." Zong Zhengyu leaned closer to Feng Canglan's ear, and looked at Feng Canglan through the bronze mirror, "You are so beautiful."

After finishing speaking, he kissed Feng Canglan's fair and slender neck.

Feng Canglan shuddered, only feeling a hot big hand on her waist, seeing the movement behind her through the bronze mirror, her eyes were startled, "Yu..."

The second Yu has not yet been called out, and it is submerged in the clenched mouth.

The tips of the reddish eyes were moist, and he was forced to look at the picture in the bronze mirror, his eyes went from focusing to defocusing.

Feng Canglan called to stop countless times during the period, Zong Zhengyu said yes every time, but never stopped.

The black hair of the black waterfall slipped from the back to the sides, and the black hair and the snow-white skin formed a visual impact.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night.

next morning
The winter sun brings a comfortable warmth, neither arrogant nor fierce.

Sunlight poured into the bedroom through the open casement, and a bird pecked lightly by the window, making a small sound.

on the bed

Zong Zhengyu had already woken up, looking at Feng Canglan on his chest, the expression in his eyes gradually became serious.

The almost morbid eyes traced the outline of Feng Canglan, and his bony fingertips fell on his face, pulling those messy blue hair behind his ears.

The blue hair was pulled away, and the white neck came into view, and the mottled red marks on it were particularly obvious.

Zong Zhengyu's eyes were dark, he leaned over and kissed Feng Canglan's forehead, and embraced Feng Canglan, including the quilt, into his arms with sultry hands.

"Lan'er..." A sleepy low voice sounded, with incomprehensible emotion in her long and narrow phoenix eyes, "You can't be shaken."

"I only have you."

"It's only you..." He sighed softly, his arms tightened again in a very low voice.

The silent night will soon be gone, soon be swallowed up.

From now on, no one can shake his weight in Lan'er's heart.

He is not afraid of Yunya, he is not afraid of the Emperor of Heaven, he is only afraid of Silent Night.

That is him and not his.

It can be said to be Silent Night, because his existence is caused by Silent Night, or it can be said not to be.

Because after all, he is just a conscious thought born of the lonely night remnant soul.

Feeling the confinement at the waist, Feng Canglan murmured in dissatisfaction in his sleep, and slowly opened his eyes, sleepy.

Seeing Zong Zhengyu's magnified face, the memories of last night poured out like a gate, and his cheeks flushed instantly!

(End of this chapter)