You are my spoiled wife: divine doctor concubine

Xin mogo opened his eyes, but did not speak. His hand on Feng Yu's waist continued to tighten, and his face was indistinguishable.

Feng Yu was tightly held by Xin mogo, and her face was close to Xin mogo's chest. She couldn't lift her head at all, so that she never found that Xin mogo had woke up. She thought that Xin mogo was still sleeping. She couldn't stop thinking that Xin mogo would never have thought that he held her in his sleep and the person he was looking for everywhere at the moment.

The next moment, Feng Yu reached out and gently pushed Xin mogo's hand.

This push not only did not push simego's hand away, but also brought a tighter strength.

Suddenly, Feng Yu stopped her action immediately. After thinking about it, she was ready to wait for some time. She thought that Xin mogo's hand would be loose after some time.

For this man, Feng Yu always had a strange feeling in her heart that she couldn't even tell the truth. She didn't know whether it was because it had happened, or unconsciously, when she didn't notice it, she told him

Xin mogo held Feng Yu tightly with one hand and looked at the burning fire ahead. He never spoke or moved.

This woman, the woman in her arms at the moment, dared to do such a thing. She was shameless. She... He wanted to kill her and cut her to pieces.

However, the same woman did not hesitate to rush to the "poison King Mountain" all night and risk going to the "poison King Valley" alone in order to save him and get the "Millennium snow lotus". Moreover, in order to save him, she did not hesitate to play tricks and conditions with Cang Yueyu and the emperor. At present, he took him into the "shenlu Valley", just braved the rain to pick up firewood for him, and worried when he woke up, he hurried everywhere to find him... What kind of woman is she?

If it had been before, he would have killed her mercilessly and let her live rather than die.

But now, he... He can't do it!

For a long time

The hand around Feng Yu's waist did not loosen as Feng Yu expected.

Feng Yu frowned again and again. At present, this posture is really not very good. She lay on him and her face was close to his chest. She could clearly hear the man's heartbeat and smell a familiar and strange man's breath. Whether it was the heartbeat or the breath, Fengyu had some unspeakable confusion, a kind of confusion she had never had before, which was extremely strange.

For another moment, Feng Yu, whose body was numb and stiff, tried to push again, and then tried to push away the hand that Xin mogo held tightly around her waist.

Simergo still didn't speak or move. If it weren't for his black eyes, people would think he was asleep.

Feng Yu pursed her lips. Unexpectedly, Xin mogo still had this habit of "holding people" when she slept.

Time passes quickly in strange silence.

Feng Yu was still lying on her stomach. It was only because the hand around her waist was so tight that it was difficult to push it away. Unless she directly woke up the owner of the hand, and Pu could not help but give up the thought when he thought of the constant cough, the pale face and the bloody silk handkerchief. He finally fell asleep. He was so poor that she really couldn't help waking him, Besides, it would be embarrassing to wake him up at this time, so I decided to wait a little longer.