I have a magic pot

Qin Fengqing endured unbearably, but Han Feng was also extremely uncomfortable at this moment.

Even though they were blindfolded and their physical contact was limited to fingers and backs, human associations were rich.

Lonely men and widows live together in a room, and on the beautiful couch in the boudoir, there are jade bodies lying horizontally.

The amazing touch on the fingertips, the faint fragrance from the tip of the nose, and Qin Fengqing's somewhat rapid breathing...

All of these are strong stimulation to Korean senses.

At this moment, there seemed to be a raging fire burning in his body, and it was getting hotter and hotter, making Han Feng sweat profusely.

After about a stick of incense, Han Feng finally spoke.

"Turn around!"

Qin Fengqing was slightly taken aback, and finally cooperated with Han Feng to turn his body.

Han Feng pressed Qin Fengqing's lower abdomen with his palm, and said silently in his heart.

"Xian'er, take it!"

Following Han Feng's palm, the moment he pressed Qin Fengqing's lower abdomen.

Qin Fengqing could only feel the subtle warm currents that penetrated into the bone marrow all over her body.

At the same time, it gushes out from the body and gathers towards the lower abdomen!

This feeling, just like the feeling of warmth and comfort that I had just endured, exploded in an instant!

Moreover, it came so suddenly.

Without any precautions, Qin Fengqing only felt that his whole body was "submerged" by the warm ocean, his brain went blank, and he grasped the bedding tightly with his ten fingers.

"Hmm... ah...!"

In an instant, a provocative moan from the depths of the soul resounded in the attic bedroom.

After a while, Han Feng let out a sigh of relief.

After Qin Fengqing groaned, he didn't say a word.

There was only a low gasp in the air.

After a long silence, Qin Fengqing's voice was as low as a mosquito's gnat, with a trembling voice.

"Han... Mr. Han, are you ready?"

"All right."

"Then your hand..."

Uh... Only then did Han Feng realize that his hand was still on the opponent's lower abdomen, so he quickly took it back.

Immediately thereafter, the sound of the quilt being turned was heard.

"Mr. Han, you can take off your scarf now."

Hearing this, Han Feng stretched out his hand and took off the scarf with great effort.

Looking down, Qin Fengqing had completely covered her body with the quilt.

She curled up on the bed, with only her head and neck exposed.

At this moment, a layer of faint blush floated on her charming face, and strands of fragrant sweat ooze from her forehead.

Looking at Han Feng's eyes, there was a bit of mist.

At this time, Qin Fengqing's body lost a little bit of coldness, and inexplicably more charming.

When Han Feng saw this, his heart couldn't help beating wildly.

Sensing the strange expression in Han Feng's eyes, Qin Fengqing's eyes quickly recovered, but the red cloud on his face deepened slightly.

After seeing the beads of sweat on Han Feng's forehead, and the slightly heavy breathing from the tip of his nose.

In Qin Fengqing's eyes, there was a complex look of gratitude and guilt.

"Mr. Han, thank you for your hard work. I was wrong before. I apologize to you!"

After this treatment, Qin Fengqing no longer had any doubts about Han Feng.

Han Feng cured the cold poison in her body, and her kindness is as heavy as a mountain. The previous misunderstanding and grievances are naturally written off, and she also sincerely apologizes to Han Feng.

Hearing Qin Fengqing's concerned words, Han Feng was taken aback.

To be honest, helping Qin Fengqing with his treatment is not hard work.

Because of the whole process, Han Feng was just putting on a show, and it was the demon refining pot that really worked.

However, it was hard work, and it was hard work.

This extreme sensory challenge, the wandering between ice and fire, made Han Feng feel tormented.

After the treatment for a stick of incense, Han Feng was sweating profusely and gasping for breath.

In Qin Fengqing's eyes, he naturally thought that he had consumed too much energy.

Gradually calming down his mood, Han Feng waved his hands at Qin Fengqing.

"Miss Qin doesn't need to thank me, this is just a deal, I will treat you, you will pay me, and when you recover, we will have nothing to do with you.

At that time, Miss Qin, please don't bother me again in the future. "

Qin Fengqing is so smart, he immediately understood what Han Feng meant, and nodded.

"Don't worry, Mr. Han, it will never happen in the future. In today's situation, there will be no conflict between the City Lord's Mansion and the branch of the Han family!"

Han Feng nodded in satisfaction.

Qin Fengqing's strong threat is only one of the reasons why Xian'er was asked to rescue Qin Fengqing today.

Another important reason is that Han Feng is worried that the City Lord's Mansion will embarrass the Han family branch.

It doesn't matter to him, if he hurts his family because of this, Han Feng will definitely feel extremely guilty.

Before he had enough strength, Han Feng didn't want to provoke, the number one force in Bailong County.

Reaching out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Han Feng said to Qin Fengqing.

"Okay, if Miss Qin has nothing else to do, I'll leave first. Today's first course of treatment is over."

As soon as these words came out, Qin Fengqing's face changed slightly.

"The first course of treatment?"

Han Feng said seriously.

"Of course, the cold poison in Miss Qin's body has accumulated for a long time, and it has penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Even if I am here, I can't get rid of them all in one day. This kind of treatment needs to be done six times. "

"Ah... six more times."

Hearing this, Qin Fengqing's expression could not help but change.

Thinking that the treatment method just now needed to be repeated six times, the red cloud that had gradually faded on her face quietly spread again.

In this way, wouldn't I have to undress six times, let Han Feng be on me, and do things like that...

Chapter 152 I'm Not Here

In order to completely heal the cold poison in his body, Qin Fengqing could only grit his teeth and agree, even though he felt ashamed and embarrassed.

"Then... that's hard work, Mr. Han.

For the next six days, I will send someone to pick you up here every day. "

Han Feng nodded.

"Well, then Han will take his leave first."

"Mr. Han stay behind."

Han Feng was about to leave, but was stopped by Qin Fengqing.

"What else is Miss Qin?" Han Feng looked at the other party suspiciously.

The quilt on Qin Fengqing's body rose and fell slightly, and immediately, from the corner of the quilt beside her.

Using two slender fingers, pushed a silver rhombus badge out of the bedding.

"This is the "Silver Medal" of the Imperial Commercial Bank, and it is a certificate for depositing more than a thousand spirit stones in the Imperial Commercial Bank.

With this order, the young master can extract [-] low-level spirit stones from the imperial business house in the city, and enjoy a [-]% discount from the business house. "

The Imperial Commercial Bank is somewhat similar to the bank in Han Feng's previous life, and also has the "savings function".

Moreover, there are medals corresponding to different levels of savings. The minimum standard for medals is the "Bronze Medal" of [-] spirit stone reserves.

The higher the level of the medal, the more privileges and benefits one can enjoy, which is quite similar to the "Membership Card System" of Anxiang Pavilion.

And Han Feng's whole body belongings added up, at the most, there were no more than [-] spirit stones, so naturally he had no chance to get the medal of the firm.

Seeing the silver medal half hidden under the quilt, Han Feng couldn't help but brighten his eyes and feel hot in his heart.

Although I can't wait to reach out and take it immediately, Han Feng still has the most basic restraint and accomplishment.

With a light cough, Han Feng pretended to be indifferent.

"Ahem...Miss Qin doesn't have to be like this. It's better to wait until the seven courses of treatment are over and the cold poison on your body is gone before giving the spirit stone."

However, Qin Fengqing smiled and shook his head.

"Mr. Han, you are welcome. With your superb medical skills, a mere thousand spirit stones are nothing. Please accept them first."

"This……"

Han Feng was "difficult" for a moment, but nodded reluctantly.

"Well, for the sake of your sincerity, I'll accept it."

Saying that, Han Feng stretched out his hand impatiently, grabbed the silver medal, and pulled it out.

Perhaps it was because Han Feng was a little impatient, when he reached out to grab the medal.

Along with the medal, he accidentally grabbed the edge of the bedding, a thin red ribbon.

"what……!"

When Qin Fengqing had a premonition and let out a low cry, Han Feng had already pulled the ribbon half a foot out of the bedding.

The medal is connected to a red ribbon, but the ribbon is connected to a piece of bright red, embroidered with the pattern of mandarin ducks playing in water, which is a woman's underwear.

At this moment, a small half of the clothes were still in the bedding, and Qin Fengqing should have grabbed the other end.

The air instantly became dead silent!

Han Feng froze in place, and Qin Fengqing also fell into a sluggish state.

The eyes of the two were fixed on the bright red bellyband.

Seeing that the situation was about to become unavoidable, at the critical moment, Han Feng was quick to use his wits.

He grabbed the red bellyband, poked it into the quilt, and then stuffed it back.

"Ahem... this... what is this, why have I never seen it before?"

Han Feng murmured to himself, "There is no 300 taels of silver here", and immediately took the medal and punched Qin Fengqing.

"Miss Qin, Han Mou just remembered that there are important matters at home, so I won't stay here soon, so I will leave!"

Before the words were finished, Han Feng had oiled the soles of his feet and slipped away.

Seeing the back of Han Feng leaving in a hurry, Qin Fengqing, who was still a little sluggish on the bed, suddenly woke up.

A stern look flashed across her eyes at first, but then a helpless look appeared in her eyes.

Thinking of Han Feng's pretentiously confused explanation just now, Qin Fengqing blushed unabated and spat in a low voice.

"Damn it, last time in the City Lord's Mansion, he stole the same thing, and dare to say that he doesn't know what it is!"

Although there is an urge to capture the "savior" and put him on death row.

But at this moment, Qin Fengqing didn't dare to get out of bed at all.

After confirming that Han Feng had really left, she quietly stretched out a white and tender jade biscuit, and touched a certain part of the bedding with her hand.