The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 952 To Lan'er, I Can Be More Perverted

"Do not touch me!"

The scene of last night was vivid in her memory, casting an indelible shadow on her.

When did Zong Zhengyu have such a perverted habit!

There are bronze mirrors all around, and she insists on letting her open her eyes and watch him do that kind of thing to him...

In retrospect, it was a surge of anger and blood.

Zong Zhengyu didn't let go, but Feng Canglan tightened his grip, "Lan'er, don't be angry so early in the morning."

"It's not your fault!"

"Bastard! Pervert!"

Ahhhhh!Now as long as she sees Zong Zhengyu's face, the scene from last night will automatically replay in her mind.

She looked at the picture of the two of them in the bronze mirror, and with her own vision, she watched herself being killed by Zong Zhengyu!

Just crazy!
The word morbid made Zong Zhengyu's eyes dark. He pressed his thin lips against Feng Canglan's ear, biting his earlobe lightly, and a hoarse voice slowly sounded, "To Lan'er, I can be more perverted."

Feng Canglan's blood surged up, and he immediately got up to get dressed.

Zong Zhengyu knew that last night went too far and went too far, so he updated Feng Canglan very thoughtfully.

The red spots on Shengxue's skin are all his masterpieces from last night.

A morbid satisfaction flashed in the deep Ruifeng's eyes, and she took the lining to change Feng Canglan's clothes.

Feng Canglan did not refuse, and enjoyed Zong Zhengyu's service.

"Hiss..." Feng Canglan sucked in a cold breath, and the leg that was about to move did not move.

Looking along the painful area, both knees are bruised, in stark contrast to the fair legs.

Looking at the bruises, Feng Canglan gave Zong Zhengyu a vicious look.

Zong Zhengyu, who received the accusing gaze, coaxed softly, "Let Lan'er get hurt, and it won't happen in the future."

"after!?"

Feng Canglan exploded in an instant, "Do you still think about the future!? Just dream!"

She called to stop like that yesterday, but the bastard said yes, yes, yes, yes, but he never stopped at all.

This knee!It was made last night!
She knelt most of the night!Kneeling out.

"Don't dream." Zong Zhengyu's hoarse voice was very gentle, and Feng Canglan's mind made up the last sentence in a strange way, and he blushed instantly.

Just about to reprimand twice, I felt a warm current flowing from my knees to my whole body.

The tiredness and pain gradually disappeared.

Zong Zhengyu withdrew his hands, the discomfort dissipated, and Feng Canglan's anger finally subsided.

"You go and bring Liu Cang back, and I'll go and see An Ran."

If there is no adverse reaction after observation, it should be no problem.

It's time for them to leave.

After Feng Canglan gave her orders, she was ready to find An Ran, but she stopped suddenly after taking a step, "Forget it, I will go with you to pick up Liu Cang."

"Wait for me for a while, I'll go and talk to An Ran, so she won't be in a hurry to find it later."

After leaving these words, Feng Canglan went straight to Anran's bedroom.

Arriving at the palace and pushing open the palace door, I saw An Ran walking around in the room, seeming very anxious and anxious.

Feng Canglan walked over, "An Ran, what's wrong?"

Hearing the sound, An Ran raised her head suddenly, and hurried to Feng Canglan's side, "Sister."

An Ran carefully looked at Feng Canglan, hesitating constantly, not knowing how to speak.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Seeing An Ran staring at him, Feng Canglan subconsciously touched his cheek.

An Ran smiled brightly, holding Feng Canglan's arms with both hands, "It's nothing, I just feel that my sister's face is radiant today, her complexion is ruddy and more beautiful."

"I can't help but want to see it."

Thinking of what happened last night, Feng Canglan blushed slightly, "You are the only one who is poor."

"Clean up, I'll pick up Liu Cang with your brother-in-law, and when I come back, my sister will take you to the Nebula Continent."

The smile on Feng Anran's face suddenly disappeared and was replaced by paleness.

Sensitive Feng Canglan noticed this and frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

(End of this chapter)