Raise birds when the forest grows

Speechless.

Several times he opened his mouth, but did not utter a word.

Lin Wurong's emotions gradually calmed down, and he was able to think about problems more rationally.

In his opinion, Feng Jian's reaction at the moment was very strange.

Feng Jian tried his best to lure himself into the game, but exposed the overall plan before he achieved his goal, and it seemed that he didn't even think about a way out.

Is it really just a conscience discovery, and I can't bear to deceive myself anymore?

"Why don't you speak? Why on earth are you telling me the truth? I'm not such a saint, and I can remain indifferent after being cheated. If I don't plan to continue to cooperate, what are you going to do? Use force?"

I don't know which sentence awakened Feng Jian, his eyes fluctuated violently, and he sighed slowly.

At the same time, the golden morning light penetrated through the gaps in the curtains, drawing a few beautiful golden lines in the air.

God, it's finally dawn!

"Don't worry, I'm not that despicable. If you don't want to, I will never force you. I just hope that you can take some time to think about it before making a decision."

Feng Jian left these words and hurriedly left the ward.

Looking at his disappearing back, Lin Wurong actually sensed the feeling of running away.

Standing under the inpatient building, Feng Jian looked up at the window of the ward and did not move for a long time until the phone in his arms rang.

He glanced at the incoming call casually and pressed the answer button.

"Oh, Yong Yan, is there something going on so early?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, and Feng Jian waited carelessly.

Suddenly, a strange and deep voice entered the ear canal.

"Hello, Patriarch Bi Fang, I'm Cong Xian."

Feng Jian was stunned for a second, and soon realized the meaning of the name.

His expression became serious involuntarily, and his voice sank a little.

"Glutton King?!"

"It's me. Do you have time now?"

"Have."

"Some things need to be settled in person. If you can, please deign to come."

Feng Jian hesitated for a moment and said, "You're welcome. Please tell me the address."

Less than a minute after hanging up the phone, Feng Jian received a short message from the other party.

After Feng Jian checked the map, he found that the place indicated by the address was extremely remote, and the nearest bus station would take an hour to walk.

He weighed it over and over again, and drove away from the hospital.

After Feng Jian left, the whole room was surprisingly quiet.

The gradual noise in the corridor could not reach Lin Wurong's ears.

Soon it was time for the doctor's ward rounds, and at Lin Wurong's insistence, he was allowed to leave the hospital.

When he hurried home, he found that the colorful conch in the living room had disappeared.

He searched inside and out for a long time, and found that nothing was missing except the snail.

He quickly realized that Feng Jian must have taken the snail, and he felt very angry.

After all, it was something he bought with money. Even if it was a fake, how could it be "stolen" easily?

With an impulse, Lin Wurong immediately dialed Feng's phone number.

To his surprise, Feng Jian's mobile phone was not in the service area.

Lin Wurong hung up the phone and couldn't help thinking wildly by himself.

Could it be that Feng Jian intends to take the colorful conch, no, that Bi Fang egg absconded in fear of crime?

Lin Wurong was not reconciled, so he called ten times within two hours, but none of them got through.

What happened next made him even more restless.

For the whole day, Feng Jian's mobile phone was not in the service area.

After 24 hours, the phone was turned off.

24 Settled

In the 72 hours after he was discharged from the hospital, Lin Wurong realized what it means to live like a year.

He thought it was Feng Jian who played missing to avoid himself.

But after calming down, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that was not the case.

Since Feng Jian gave himself the right to choose in the hospital, he would not make any decisions on his own.

He opened the door of Feng Jian's house with a key and found that everything in the house was in place, even the soup that was stewed the night of the accident was still on the gas stove.

Looking at the familiar scene, Lin Wurong felt sad and worried at the same time.

The same female voice always came from the other end of the phone, telling him that the number he dialed could not be connected.

Lin Wurong was so depressed that he wanted to hit the wall.

It wasn't until now that he realized that aside from his real identity, he also knew absolutely nothing about the "person" Feng Jian.

Anxiety and impatience slowly occupied his whole heart, and he couldn't even bring himself to hate the other party's deception.

He kept reassuring himself that Feng Jian is not a human being, and Feng Jian has super powers, so there will be no accidents...

But even so, I still feel that the tense emotions cannot be relaxed.

That night, after eating some bread, he stood at the window and looked towards the gate of the community.

There were many people coming and going, but none of them were the one he wanted to see.

Gradually, the dog walkers returned home one by one, leaving only the shadows of the whirling trees in the night wind lingering on the road.

Lin Wurong half lowered his disappointed eyes, rubbed his slightly sore calves, and planned to wash up and go to bed.

Before leaving, he looked back unwillingly.

A tall figure appeared under the streetlight.

I don't know if he was tired, but his shoulders were slumped, and he walked a little slowly.

Lin Wurong thought he was wrong, so he closed his eyes forcefully, and then opened them impatiently.

Almost at the same moment, the man raised his head.

Although he couldn't see where the opponent's gaze fell, Lin Wurong was 100% sure that he saw him.

The opponent's body straightened obviously, and his footsteps suddenly accelerated, almost trotting and disappearing around the corner.

Lin Wurong's heart beat violently a few times, and his face was slightly numb with excitement.

He quickly ran to the door, opened the door and looked forward to it.

beep, beep...

The hurried footsteps became more and more clear, and Lin Wurong listened carefully, counting how long it would take for him to reach the fourth floor.

Unexpectedly, Feng Jian stepped up two steps and suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Feng Jian didn't expect him to wait with the door open, standing in the middle of the stairs, staring at him.

The two looked at each other for a while, and the lights in the corridor suddenly went out, and Feng Jian's figure was immediately shrouded in darkness.

The person in front of him suddenly disappeared, and Lin Wurong felt that he was back in a state of anxiety, because the look just now was just his hallucination.

Feeling flustered, he couldn't help saying "Feng Jian, don't go".

Almost at the next moment, he was hugged tightly into his arms.

All that the tip of the nose smells is the breath of day and night.

Lin Wurong eagerly put his arms around the opponent's waist, raised his face and searched for the opponent's soft lips.

Feng Jian's eyes suddenly brightened a little, and his arms were even stronger, as if he wanted to rub him into his body.

He changed his gentle habit, grabbed the other's slightly trembling lips, sucked and licked vigorously between his lips and teeth.

Feng Jian's lips were not as warm as before, and even his chest felt a little cold, so cold that Lin Wurong felt a slight heartache.

He pressed his body as close to Feng Jian as possible, hoping to give him some warmth.

The lingering kiss lasted for more than a minute, but the two had no intention of letting go.

Lin Wurong completely forgot to breathe until his lungs felt a dull pain, and he hummed indistinctly.

Feng Jian was awakened by his voice, and hurriedly opened the distance between them.

Looking at Lin Wurong again, his cheeks were already flushed, and the corners of his eyes were wet.

Feng Jian sighed regretfully, and said softly, "Fool, why aren't you breathing?"

The words of deja vu aroused all the memories of Lin Wurong, especially the conversation in the hospital.

Feng Jian watched his expression turn cloudy and sunny, and immediately guessed that he must have remembered the problems between the two of them, his bright eyes became sluggish, and he even let go of his arms.

What he didn't expect was that when Lin Wurong noticed that he let go of his embrace, he grabbed his wrist firmly and said firmly, "Don't let go! Feng Jian, I won't allow you to leave."

Feng Jian looked at him in surprise, unable to believe what he heard.

Lin Wurong looked into his eyes very seriously, and said, "When you left that day, you asked me to think clearly. You were missing for 3 days, and I thought about it for 3 days. I thought I would hate you, but when you stood up When I looked up at me under the streetlight, I knew exactly what I wanted. I no longer want to watch TV alone, eat dinner alone, go shopping alone in the supermarket, or go home and face the cold In the living room, I have to turn on the lights by myself. I don’t want to ask the waiter to put a doll in front of me when I suddenly want to eat hot pot. I don’t want to have to look at the address book on my phone when I want to chat with someone. .Compared to being used by you, I care more about losing you. You said that you are willing to accompany me to die slowly, not to let loneliness bully me. You said, you must do it. I will not allow you to leave, at least until I change my mind Before, you are not allowed to leave."

Feng Jian stared at Lin Wurong intently for a long time, and his heart that had been hanging for a long time finally fell to the ground.

Yes, he was sure that Lin Wurong was not acting on his own will, and those words came from the heart, so he was going crazy with joy.

He hugged him tightly again, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't hold back.

"Don't worry, I will do what I said. I won't leave you until you change your mind."

Hearing his assurance again, Lin Wurong felt his nose ache.

He took a deep breath, cleared his throat and said, "Since you agreed, you are not allowed to go back on your word. Where have you been these few days? Why can't you get through the phone? Then it turned off! I really thought you decided to break up directly."

Hearing this, Feng Jian kissed his forehead involuntarily, and said, "I'm sorry for making you sad. I'm going to help my friend. He lives in a remote place with no signal. I was afraid you didn't want to see me, so I hesitated for a long time. I didn’t tell you either. Later, the phone turned off automatically when it ran out of power, and I thought there was no signal anyway, so it didn’t charge.”

25 Disappeared colorful snails

"Friend?" Lin Wurong thought for a while, and his face became unsightly. "Is it that Yong Yan from last time?"

Feng Jian was amused by his reaction, as if a sweetness burst out, reaching directly to his heart.

"It's not Yongyan, it's a gluttonous king."

"Gaotie! You mean, more than one legendary beast lives among us?"

Lin Wurong had a strange look on his face, which seemed to be curious and a bit timid.

"Yes, as far as I know, there are many people like me who are still alive in the world, and the total number should be more than a hundred. There are 14 of us in Bifang alone." Feng Jian explained.

Speaking of Bi Fang, Lin Wurong remembered one thing.

"Where is the colorful snail? Where did you hide it? Anyway, I bought it with money, so give it back to me."

Feng Jian froze for a moment, glanced into the living room, and suddenly became very nervous.

"I didn't hide it." Feng Jian hurriedly asked, "When did you find out that the snail was gone?"

What the Feng family said was beyond Lin Wurong's expectation. He was stunned by his question, and it took him a while to recall, "I haven't seen that thing since I got home from the hospital. That happened three days ago."

Feng Jian's face turned pale after a brush. He held Lin Wurong's shoulders and asked anxiously, "Apart from this, is there anything else strange?"

"It's gone. I always thought it was because you were worried about keeping me here and took it home, so I didn't bother looking for it." Seeing him getting anxious, Lin Wurong comforted him, "Why don't we look for it, maybe we'll get lost. Which corner did you go into?"

When he said this, Feng Jian's eyes lit up immediately, he said "wait for me", and hurried into the kitchen.

Just ten seconds later, when he returned to the living room, blood flowed from the palm of his left hand and slid down his wrist into the cuff.

"what are you doing?"

Lin Wurong turned pale with shock, and rushed over to grab his hand.

"It's okay, I can find him with my blood."

Feng Jian patted the back of Lin Wurong's hand lightly, while clenching his injured fist tightly.

The wound was squeezed, the blood spurted more fiercely, dripping to the ground.

At the same time, a cluster of orange flames rose from the gap between his fingers, and Lin Wurong smelled a faint smell of blood.

As the smell became stronger, Lin Wurong noticed that his vision gradually became hazy.

It seems that there is a layer of light crimson mist covering the eyes, making people unable to see the surroundings clearly.

Beside the shelf where the colorful snails were originally placed, he vaguely saw a vortex that seemed to be formed by a breath, constantly sucking in the mist in the room.

Apparently Feng Jian also saw the vortex, and walked over immediately before he could relax his expression.

He stretched out his bloody hand and touched the air twice.

Just now, the fire ignited between the fingers grew bigger in an instant, as if something had been ignited, and there was a slight crackling sound.

In just a few seconds, Lin Wurong saw that the vortex was gone, replaced by an unconscious young bird lying in a pile of debris.

"Yuan Ya!" Feng Jian called a name Lin Wurong had never heard before, and carefully picked up the baby bird.

Lin Wurong hurriedly approached, and found that the baby bird's eyes were tightly closed, and the chest could not be seen rising and falling.

The young bird's body length was close to the forearm length of an ordinary person, and its light green feathers looked gray and completely dull.

The beak is bright yellow, and there is a thin red thread at the base that runs all the way to the tail.

Different from the dazzling red on Feng Jian's body, the color of the young bird's red line is extremely light.

Only a little bit of red can be seen near the root of the feather, and the tip of the feather reveals an ominous dead ash.

Feng Jian put the baby bird on the sofa, gently opened its beak, and fed the blood dripping from his palm drop by drop.

The young bird did not seem to be able to swallow on its own, and most of the blood flowed from the edge of the beak and onto the sofa.

After feeding like this for nearly ten minutes, Feng Jian's blood stained a large area of ​​the sofa cover dark red, but the baby bird's condition still did not show any improvement.

Seeing Feng Jian's gradually pale face and the fine sweat from his temples, Lin Wurong was so distressed that he wished he could go up and hold the wound immediately.

Lin Wurong didn't know why this Bi Fang broke out of its shell early, and it still looked like it was on the verge of death.

He only knew that if he continued to feed like this, Feng Jian would definitely be in danger of losing too much blood.

Lin Wurong scratched his head in anxiety, desperately recalling all the information Feng Jian had told him about Bi Fang before, trying to find other ways to save his life.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.

Lin Wurong didn't expect that he would think about this detail, his expression froze at first, and he subconsciously looked at Feng Jian.

Fortunately, Feng Jian's mind was completely on the young bird, and he didn't notice his strangeness.

Looking at his increasingly furrowed eyebrows, Lin Wurong pursed his lips, and immediately went into the toilet.

The breath that could be felt was still weak, and Feng Jian was burning with anxiety.

Based on the time, he could vaguely guess why Yuan Ya broke the shell early, but he didn't expect it to be so weak.

While feeding the blood, Feng Jian kept blaming himself.

If he was not afraid of being rejected by Lin Wurong and subconsciously wanted to escape, he would have discovered that Yuan Ya had come out earlier.

700 years ago, the mistake he made caused Yuan Ya to degenerate back into the egg to survive;

700 years later, Yuan Ya was on the verge of death because of his negligence.

If Yuan Ya can't be rescued this time, what face will he have in this world?

How else would he face the ancestors who entrusted the entire Bifang clan to him?

"Can you see if this works?"

Feng Jian heard Lin Wurong's voice and raised his head to look at him.

Lin Wurong held a half-used towel and stood beside him with an embarrassed expression.

I don't know if it was because of embarrassment, Lin Wurong didn't dare to look at his face at all.

Feng Jian took the towel and touched it, and immediately understood what Lin Wurong gave him.

He subconsciously asked, "Where did you come from?"

Lin Wurong's ears turned red, and he lowered his head slightly and said, "I made it myself just now. I think it might work. Well, I don't know, it should work... There is no harm in trying."

Feng Jian instantly understood what he meant.

He controlled his emotions, quickly said thank you, and ignited the orange flame again.

The towel caught fire all of a sudden, but within two or three seconds, there was not even a speck of ashes left.

Only a drop of water about the size of a pomegranate seed rolled in Feng Jian's palm.

Silver rays of light swim in the middle of the water droplets. After being illuminated by the light, the whole water droplet is like a crystal, so beautiful that you want to take it for yourself.

26 Yuan Ya

Lin Wurong watched Feng Jian drop the water on the baby bird's head.

The silver light wrapped in the water droplets came out one after another, hid in the down feathers of the young bird, and disappeared instantly.

Two or three seconds later, the baby bird's chest rose and fell slightly, and the grayish red down was darker.

Without Feng Jian's explanation, Lin Wurong could sense that his guess had worked.

Sure enough, Feng Jian's expression relaxed a lot.

He smiled gratefully at Lin Wurong, and said, "Thanks to your cleverness, I never thought of this move."

Because he was too nervous before, Lin Wurong just stood aside for fear of disturbing Feng Jian.

Hearing this, I sat next to him, pressed against his shoulder, and said, "If you care about it, you will be confused. I am a bystander. Is he out of danger?"

"Not yet." Feng Jian shook his head, "It can only be considered that he has found a way to save him. So I have to trouble you for the next three or four days."

"Understood." Although he appeared calm on the surface, Lin Wurong was very happy in his heart, "The leader of the unit gave me a week of sick leave, and I can accompany you. Is twice a day enough?"

After thinking for a while, Feng Jian said: "This is the first time I have encountered this kind of situation, and I can't explain it clearly. Just do your best, and don't be like last time. As long as his condition stabilizes, he can rely on his own strength. Once your ability recovers, you don’t have to work hard anymore.”

Lin Wurong nodded and agreed, "I seem to have heard you call him Yuan Ya just now. Is it his name? Every Bi Fang has a name before it is born?"

Hearing this, Feng Jian's expression froze, and his gloomy eyes involuntarily glanced at the young bird.

Lin Wurong felt that he seemed to have asked a topic that shouldn't be asked, so he gently held Feng Jian's bloodless hand.

Feng Jian's hand was much colder than when he was holding him before, and it was no different from a lump of ice when he touched it.

"That's not the case. The ancestor will give a name to each Bi Fang after it comes out and enlightens its wisdom. Yuan Ya's name was given by the ancestor of the previous generation. The reason why he is different from other Bi Fang is that he used to be an adult Bi Fang. Fang. More than 700 years ago, I was designated as the ancestor of the next generation, and Yuan Ya was my guard. Later, he was seriously injured in order to save me. Seeing that he was about to die, the ancestor of the previous generation tried his best to transform him into a newborn Bi Fangdan, I hope to get a chance to be reborn."

After listening to Feng Jian's words, Lin Wurong finally understood why he was so anxious that he didn't even want his life.

It seems that I must do my best to save this young bird.

"It's almost midnight. I'll take Yuan Ya upstairs, so you can rest too. I've only been discharged from the hospital for a few days, so don't get tired." Feng Jian said, holding the baby bird into his arms.

"Wait." Seeing that he was about to leave, Lin Wurong called him hastily, "Too many things happened tonight, I really worry about you, can you let me accompany you?"

Feng Jian stared at him fixedly, a little warmth appeared in his tired eyes, and his drooping shoulders also straightened up a little.

God knows how lucky he is at this moment, the person he met was Lin Wurong.

"Thank you, A Rong."

Back upstairs, Feng Jian took out a soft towel blanket, folded it on the bedside table, and placed the baby bird on it.

Lin Wurong washed up casually, leaned sleepily on the bedside and waited for Feng Jian.

Knowing that Yuan Ya had saved Feng Jian's life, he couldn't help but look at the sleeping baby bird, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and he couldn't help reaching out and gently touching its wings.

Feng Jian walked into the bedroom, happened to see this scene, smiled clearly, lay on the bed and put his arms around his shoulders and asked, "Like him?"

"Hmm. Strange to say, I don't like small animals very much. Ah... sorry, I mean, his current appearance is still a bird, so he can be regarded as a small animal. But for Yuan Ya, I always feel that there is something inexplicable. Closeness."

"It's not surprising. Because Yuan Ya's body is contaminated with your breath, you have an innate familiarity with him, and you will unconsciously get close to him."

"It turned out to be like this." Lin Wurong didn't expect such miraculous details, and he was so excited that he lost sleepiness, "Can you tell me, after re-hatching, will Yuan Ya still remember the past? What kind of character is it? Treat others with gentleness like you?"

Feng Jian lowered his eyelids, and said softly, "I should remember the past. As for his personality, you can experience it for yourself after he recovers and turns into a human form."

Lin Wurong wanted to ask a few more questions, but suddenly his eyelids twitched, and waves of sleepiness came over him, and he couldn't stop it.

He struggled a few times, and finally fell asleep in Feng Jian's gentle goodnight kiss.

Seeing that his breathing was getting lighter, Feng Jian stretched out his hand, and from a distance, vaguely outlined the smile on the corner of his mouth, and then his eyes fell on the peaceful Yuan Ya.

Over the past few hundred years, the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth has become thinner and thinner, and there is no second Bi Fang who is as amazing and talented as the ancestor of the previous generation.

So Yuan Ya was the first Bi Fang to be reborn from an egg, and she must be the last.

It's just that there was a big deviation between his appearance and the prediction of the ancestors of the previous generation.

Feng Jian didn't dare to hope that there would be no more accidents, but only hoped that he could protect the people he cherished.

Lin Wurong slept peacefully, and when he woke up, he found that there was no one around him.

On the contrary, Yuan Ya, who was in the shape of a bird, was still soundly asleep in her original position.

With his clear and shallow breathing, the color of the distinctive red line also changed slightly.

The color is dark and light, rippling like water waves.

Lin Wurong looked interesting, and touched the red fluff with his fingers like a superficial touch.

It's a pity that it's just a little itchy, and it doesn't have Feng Jian's warm feeling at all.

Just when he was about to withdraw his finger, the baby bird opened its eyes without warning.

His eyes were a deep amber, crystal clear like gems.

Lin Wurong was stunned on the spot, his fingers resting near his head.

Before he could react, there was a sudden sharp pain in his hand.

Lin Wurong retracted his hand subconsciously, and found that there was a wound on the back of his hand, and a few drops of blood gushed out.

The young bird withdrew its seemingly immature but sharp beak, closed its eyes and continued to sleep.

Pressing the wound, Lin Wurong couldn't help feeling that he might have just woken up, and his mind was not fully awake yet.

Otherwise, how could he read the word "disgust" in the young bird's eyes?

27 Little Misgivings

Feng Jian helped Lin Wurong disinfect the wound, put gauze on it, and still asked worriedly: "Is there really no need to go to the hospital? I think the wound is deep, so it's better to ask a doctor to treat it."

"No, it's just a little bleeding, it's not a big deal, it's stopped." Lin Wurong waved his hand nonchalantly, and drove him to the kitchen, "Go ahead, I'm really hungry. I can't eat for a few days I can’t sleep well, I just look forward to someone cooking me a warm meal.”

Faced with Lin Wurong's pretended relaxed words, Feng Jian's heart turned into a piece of cotton candy, soft and sweet.

I felt that besides doing it, my other ideas would fail Lin Wurong's painstaking efforts, so I reached out and rubbed the top of his head and said, "Okay, wait another 10 minutes and you can eat."

Lin Wurong watched Feng Jian turn into the kitchen, and the corners of his upturned mouth relaxed.

He didn't tell Feng Jian how he felt just now, it should just be his misreading.

And after all, she was the one who touched Yuan Ya first, Yuan Ya didn't know who she was, she deserved being pecked!

10 minutes, seems a bit rushed...

Lin Wurong let out a long breath, turned and went into the bathroom.

With the help of Lin Wurong, Yuan Ya recovered quickly.

Not only did the light green feathers gain luster, turning into a bright emerald green, but the red threads embedded in them also became much more eye-catching.

On the one hand, Lin Wurong was happy about this, but on the other hand, he was faintly worried.

Yuan Ya wakes up once a day.

And every time, Lin Wurong could clearly feel the hostility bursting out of the opponent's eyes.

Yuan Ya's eyes were so cruel that he even felt a little shuddering.

Lin Wurong didn't know where he offended Yuan Ya.

He wanted to ask Feng Jian for help, but he swallowed the words again.

In the past few days, Feng Jian has been in a trance.

Always inadvertently let go of his eyes, appearing preoccupied.

Compared with Yuan Ya, Lin Wurong was naturally more concerned about Feng Jian's emotions.

But every time he asked, Feng Jian always answered with a habitual smile, and then tactfully changed the subject.

After several trials, Lin Wurong fully understood that Feng Jian had something to hide from him.

Although he felt unhappy about this, he didn't dare to show it on his face.

After all, even husband and wife have the right to keep secrets.

What's more, Feng Jian is only Bi Fang, and some things are really not suitable for him to know.

Another thing is the culprit that makes Lin Wurong feel depressed.

From the day he was discharged from the hospital, Feng Jian never slept with him again.

Originally, he thought that Yuan Ya needed his semen, but Feng Jian couldn't help but come up to help sometimes.

Unexpectedly, for three days in a row, Feng Jian never made a request in this regard, and even the number of hugs and kisses was pitifully seldom.

Without Feng Jian's consolation, every time Lin Wurong relied on reminiscing about the lingering scenes between the two of them, he could pull himself out.

That night, when Lin Wurong handed over the towel to Feng Jian again, Feng Jian said hesitantly: "Yuan Ya can already obtain spiritual energy by his own ability, so starting tomorrow, I don't have to bother you."

Hearing this sentence, Lin Wurong's outstretched arm stopped suddenly, and his fingers also became stiff.

Seeing the towel fluttering down on the ground, Feng Jian was a little surprised. He came up and put his arms around his waist, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong? You seem unhappy?"

Lin Wurong broke away from his embrace lightly, picked up the towel on the ground and stuffed it into his hand, saying, "I'm not unhappy. You go and take care of Yuan Ya, I'll take a bath."

After speaking, he turned and walked to the bathroom.

Before closing the door, he took a peek and found that Feng Jian didn't come to ask questions, but went straight into the bedroom with a towel.

Wiping off the moisture on the mirror with his hands, Lin Wurong looked at himself in the mirror, with unfamiliar sadness on his familiar eyebrows.

Feng Jian's words may represent goodwill, but to him it sounds more like saying that he is useless.

Recalling Feng Jian's unintentional indifference these past few days, the uneasiness that had been hidden before emerged again.

Could it be that I am too sensitive?

I always feel that some of Feng Jian's secrets are related to himself...

"Can I come in?" A voice from outside the door interrupted his thoughts.

There was no time to put on clothes, so Lin Wurong simply put on a pair of underwear to open the door.

Feng Jian stepped into the bathroom, glanced up and down at him, picked up the big bath towel at the side, and draped it over his shoulders.

"After taking a bath, can you take the time to talk to me?"

"What are you talking about?" Lin Wurong asked puzzled.

"What's on your mind." While speaking, Feng Jian put his arms around his waist lightly, shortening the distance between the two of them.

Feeling the familiar body temperature, Lin Wurong didn't have a sore nose, and his heart was filled immediately.

Feng Jian sighed, as if with indescribable helplessness and reluctance, his voice was very soft and soft, and the lips printed on his cheeks were even more gentle and watery, which made Lin Wurong almost shed tears.

Sliding from the corners of the red eyes to the ears, Feng Jian gently sucked his earlobe, and said vaguely: "You know? I have been holding back these days, lest you misunderstand that the sex with you is only for Yuan Ya, and I am afraid of you I feel wronged. But seeing your expression just now, I can't take it anymore. Let me love you, okay?"

Tears finally couldn't hold back, one by one rolled out of the eyes, dripped onto the socket of the shoulder, and was swallowed by Feng Jian again.

Lin Wurong sucked his nose hard, but when he opened his mouth, he was gasping for breath.

Feng Jian's lips fell on his chest, grasping the breasts that stood up quickly, and repeatedly teased them with the tip of his tongue.

Lin Wurong obviously felt that Xiao Feng Jian had become thick and stiff, imitating the movement of thrusting and thrusting, gently moving between his legs.

He hurriedly took off Feng Jian's pants, and was surprised when he met Xiao Feng Jian.

In his memory, little Feng Jian had never hardened so fast, even lubricating liquid flowed out from the small eye at the top.

The bath towel she had just put on had already slipped to the floor, and Feng Jian took off her only underwear.

Lin Wurong used his hands to ring the lower bodies of the two together.

The hot and swollen cocks rub against each other, and more and more fluid makes the action easier.

When the raised edge was grazed by the other side, both of them couldn't help but groan.

Lin Wurong felt that Xiao Feng Jian was hardened into an iron rod, and it was so hot that it almost burned his heart.

28 Self-inflicted

After careful calculation, the two have not been intimate for more than three weeks.

So when his fingers were inserted into the chrysanthemum, the obvious discomfort still caused Lin Wurong's body to stiffen.

Fortunately, Feng Jian was very patient, moving according to a fixed rhythm, caressing every wrinkle he touched.

Lin Wurong quickly regained the familiar feeling, and the chrysanthemum became soft like silk, wrapping around his fingers one after another.

Feeling that the timing was about right, Feng Jian took out a condom from his trouser pocket on the ground and said to Lin Wurong, "Put it on for me."

Lin Wurong collected himself, tore off the outer packaging, and knelt down to help Xiao Feng Jian put on his coat.

Before that, he couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking the small eyes that were leaking fluid.

Because of his unexpected action, Feng Jian's thighs tensed instantly, and he couldn't help laughing: "I really learned badly."

Lin Wurong raised his head proudly and said, "It's because you teach well!"

Feng Jian pulled him up and pressed him against the smooth mirror, raised one of his legs, and pointed the firm little Feng Jian at the stretched chrysanthemum.

The standing posture made it difficult for the chrysanthemum to expand to the maximum, so Lin Wurong swallowed with some difficulty.

Feng Jian slowed down and pulled out a little from time to time.

When Xiao Feng Jian was completely buried in the chrysanthemum, Lin Wurong had already been burned out by him.

He bit Feng Jian's lip impatiently, panted and said, "Hurry up."

Feng Jian smiled, pulled out the little Feng Jian and thrust it lightly at the entrance of the chrysanthemum a few times, then rushed in again suddenly.

Ju Dao was pushed to the top by Feng Jian three times, with a hard and cold mirror behind him. Lin Wurong had no way out at all, allowing Xiao Feng Jian to penetrate deep again and again, crushing the sensitive area and going straight in and out.

"Uh...uh..."

Lin Wurong pursed his lips tightly, put his arms around Feng Jian's neck, and pressed their chests together.

The hotness in his chest contrasted sharply with the coldness behind him, which made Lin Wurong even more greedy for that warmth.

The raised breasts are as hard as a lotus seed, sliding back and forth on the opponent's skin.

Tiny stimuli are layered on top of each other, with indescribable happiness.

When the long-awaited pleasure came flooding in, Lin Wurong couldn't help standing on tiptoe, trying to stop Xiao Feng Jian from going in so deep and so hard.

But it didn't take long for the uncontrollable trembling to extend from the base of the thigh to the toes.

Lin Wurong's knees were weak, and he almost knelt down.

At this time, Xiao Feng Jian made another vigorous attack, which happened to poke at a sensitive point.

The two forces staggered and hit Lin Wurong's eyes white, and the feeling of happiness instantly overflowed the threshold that he could bear.

A large amount of semen spurted out one after another, making the lower abdomen of the two people slippery.

His voice also changed its tone, half pain and half joy, sweet and long.

The tempting groans fell into Feng Jian's ears. Instead of arousing sympathy, he wanted to bully him harder.

Feng Jian withdrew temporarily, and came to the living room with his body still enjoying the aftertaste of the orgasm.

He put Lin Wurong into the single sofa, separated his weak thighs, and let him fully open his body.

The chrysanthemum passage that was opened due to the fierce invasion just now did not have time to fully close, revealing the bright red inner wall inside.

Feng Jian lowered his head and kissed him with a pious taste, causing Judao to tighten suddenly, almost pinching the tip of his tongue.

The violent reaction made Feng Jian's eyes darken, and he raised the gun again and inserted it.

In the bathroom before, Lin Wurong could still hug Feng Jian, but now he is trapped in the sofa, and the space on the left and right is also restricted. His chest is still separated by his own legs. Feng Jian, the strange sense of loneliness makes the excitement in Judao more vivid.

"Ah...slow down...Feng Jian...don't...ah...Feng Jian...uh...no..."

Lin Wurong moaned with tears in his voice, his nose moved rapidly, but he still couldn't breathe.

He knew he was worthless, obviously