Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"You come up with me."

Feng Ying angrily took Chi Yan's hand, forcibly pulled him up and dragged him upstairs.

She first brushed her teeth and washed her face, then sat down next to him, raised a pretty face without makeup, "can you kiss now?"

The tone was like a cat with fried fur, which made Chi Yan laugh uncontrollably.

His face gradually softened, his head bowed, and his cool thin lips fell up.

Different from the ferocious and savage plunder last night, it has a little more lingering tenderness, hooked the tip of her tongue a little, and swallowed all the sweetness between her lips and teeth.

In the air, there is the smell of marshmallow, sweet.

When the atmosphere was getting better, Feng Ying pushed him away, "let's get down to business first."

"Now it's business."

Chi Yan's voice was hoarse, and his pale skin was stained with a trace of erotic blush. There was a soul stirring temptation. Feng Ying's heart beat disorderly. He recited the heart clearing mantra three times and struggled to resist his beauty.

Breaking free from his arms, Feng Ying tidied up his half faded clothes, "I think it's time to try to treat you."

"No hurry."

Unexpectedly, Chi Yan refused.

"Why?"

"Didn't you say your ability is not enough?" Chi Yan leaned against the head of the bed and lit a cigarette. "If trade starts rashly, it may hurt you."

Feng Ying smiled and his heart warmed. "Are you worried about me?"

"You think too much," Chi Yan said calmly. "I'm worried that if you don't know for sure, it will affect me."

Feng Ying turned a white eye and didn't bother to fight with him to avoid getting angry with himself.

"Don't worry, just try it first. According to my estimation, the treatment in a short time will certainly not help you restore your brightness, but it should play a role in recuperation. As long as we persevere, we can cure you one day."

Seeing her persistence, Chi Yan had to nod.

"Lie down."

Feng Ying grabbed the cigarette in his hand and pressed it out in the ashtray.

"I started?"

"Yes."

Feng Ying stood in front of the bed. With a wave of his right hand, wisps of air emerged and gradually gathered into a white light source. Just looking at it makes people warm.

This move is her most effective treatment at present.

She slowly put her hand over Chi Yan's eyes, and her heart moved with her will, driving the light source to penetrate slowly.

"Pool banquet, how do you feel?"

"Good." Chi Yan's expression gradually stretched, "very comfortable."

"Then I'll go on."

Feng Ying made persistent efforts until the power stored in the Dantian disappeared. She reluctantly withdrew her hand, shook her body and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Chi Yan heard her sad groan and subconsciously held her in his arms. His face changed and faintly showed a trace of panic!

"Feng Ying, how are you?"

"I'm fine..."

Feng Ying didn't notice his sudden uneasiness and said, "it's just that his strength has been drained. Just take a break. It's like this every time."

Chi Yan breathed a sigh of relief and confirmed it again.

"Is it really all right?"

"Really."

"Feng Ying, I don't want you to hurt yourself by helping me with treatment."

Chi Yan lowered his eyes, with endless complexity in a faint tone, as if he had come back last night.

"Anyway, I'm used to being invisible. There's nothing wrong with being blind all my life."