Love in Xuancheng

Feng moye suddenly had the illusion that he was carefully protected and cherished in the palm of his hand as a baby.

For thousands of years, he had never had such a feeling, and he didn't even dare to expect that he would have such a feeling. All along, his world has been cold without temperature. He thought he could live like this. Unexpectedly, there would be soft and warm spring in his world.

"Listen to the madam, as long as the madam likes it, the king likes it." Feng moye said, reaching out and taking the opportunity to pick up the little brain wandering in front of him, "Baji" left a kiss on her forehead.

"Ten swords, you take advantage of me!" Shen Xingyue blushed and became angry.

"Why don't you take it back?" Feng moye gathered his face and looked at Shen Xingyue solemnly, his deep eyes flashing provocation.

Luo Chen, who followed outside the carriage, almost fell to the ground with a soft knee when he heard that his master was so black, rogue, shameless and shameless.

Luo Chen didn't have time to digest the critical damage from his master. He only heard a "bar chirp" and a "even!" Luo Chen stumbled directly. Fortunately, he stopped in time and looked around. Fortunately, no one saw it. He was relieved. He didn't know where to draw two balls of cotton and blocked his ears.

Make a noise! Just make a noise! Don't listen! No disrespect!

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"No! Don't leave! Don't leave!..."

Feng moye's hands were tightly twisted, the sweat on his forehead was dense, his white neck was purplish red, his green tendons were high and convex, clenched his teeth, and his expression was indignant and sad.

Shen Xingyue was sleeping soundly. She was awakened by the cry of Feng moye.

"Feng moye! Feng moye --" Shen Xingyue hurriedly got up, stroked Feng moye's face and gently called him.

Feng moye suddenly opened his eyes, stared at Shen Xingyue, took a stunned look, raised his hand, took her into his arms, hugged her tightly, and didn't speak for a long time.

Shen Xingyue felt that her chest was stuffy and she was about to suffocate. Her bones were strangled, as if they would break in the next second. However, she gritted her teeth and let the wind hold her quietly. She couldn't bear to push him away. Because at this time, Feng moye was completely like a child who had been greatly frightened. He had no sense of security and trembled all over. He was already wet with cold sweat. He hugged Shen Xingyue's arm tightly and tightly, as if he was afraid that Shen Xingyue would run away or disappear accidentally.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, I don't go, don't leave, don't leave..." Shen Xingyue tried to calm her internal breathing and try to make her voice as usual.

When Feng moye heard Shen Xingyue's voice, he seemed to wake up suddenly. He slowly released his arm and looked down at Shen Xingyue.

"Is it that nightmare again?" Shen Xingyue asked in a soft voice to the deep eyes of Shangfeng moye.

Feng moye nodded slightly for a long time.

"What kind of dream is it? Or won't you say it? The knot can't be untied until you say it." Shen Xingyue couldn't help wrinkling her eyebrows and looking at Feng moye tortured by the nightmare painfully, pleading on her face.

It happens every once in a while. What kind of dream is it? What painful entanglement was hidden in his heart? Shen Xingyue is confused.

Feng moye avoided the topic, looked at Shen Xingyue with an apologetic face and said, "my king has disturbed the moon again."