fell in love with his body

The breeze blew slightly.The shadow of the candle flickered.

Next to the mahogany dowry, six red candles were neatly lit, so red as fire.

The windows are half open.

The window lattices are carved wood with classic characteristics, and the printing on the window paper is shining with luster, and the patterns are faintly visible.

The silk tents also seem to match the fiery red meaning deliberately, but they are also bright red.

I didn't think it was too glaring or vulgar, that's because it was hazy like gauze and fog, ethereal and lingering.

Feng Chuxuan lowered his head and saw that he was wearing a bright red wedding dress, which was cumbersome and dragging.

To Feng Chuxuan, who was born in the 21st century and grew up in the 21st century, this kind of scene didn't feel out of place.

Subconsciously, he took off the phoenix crown on his head, and before he realized where he was, a young man in red appeared in front of him.

The young man looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, his face was like a mirror in a mirror, but his appearance was more than Pan An's, and his grace was astonishing, and he had an indescribable demeanor.His attire looks very much like an ancient groom's official.

His bun was completely tied up with a red silk scarf. Although his complexion was not fair enough, his sense of health made him look like a banished fairy.

His eyebrows are picturesque, with appropriate shades, and the tails of his eyebrows seem to be specially outlined with random brushstrokes, which inadvertently highlights his gentleness like jade.

But he is still different from the handsome man on the picture scroll, because his long eyelashes are fluttering, like butterfly wings opening and closing.He also has eyes that twinkle like lightning, the color of obsidian, radiant with brilliance, and looking forward.

At this moment, this pair of eyes happened to meet Feng Chuxuan's gaze, and the feeling of beauty was extremely stunning.

"My lady..." The young man finally spoke out, whispering obsessively, like the sound of heaven, Feng Chuxuan's body trembled slightly when he shouted.

Without any other words, Luo Chang suddenly fell layer by layer, and then, the young man bullied him.

The young man's pale crimson lips covered Feng Chuxuan's, and Feng Chuxuan couldn't help responding.

Toss and turn, toss and turn, wonderful.

Embracing each other into the silk tent, the shadows are indistinct.

At this moment, it seemed that there was only one thought left, both of them wanted to swallow each other into their stomachs, bit by bit, and then they would spend their whole life to complete it.

Feng Chuxuan's hands moved lightly, as if he was tracing a graceful jade carving.

Broad shoulders, honey-colored skin, strong muscles, and rough bones.

Chest muscles, abdominal muscles, it seems that every muscle is trying its best to show off the beauty of strength, like an indestructible fortress.

Touching and touching, suddenly, I heard a rough voice from outside: "Brother Xuan, is he awake? Doesn't it mean that he is out of danger?"

Feng Chuxuan woke up with a jolt.Then he patted his forehead, dream!Just dreaming!Damn dream...

However, the boy's appearance is still clearly imprinted in Feng Chuxuan's mind.

Feng Chuxuan searched in his memory. With such a face, isn't this person Qiao Junwu?

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Feng Chuxuan opened his eyes, and what greeted him was endless darkness?

After being dazed for a while, he tried his best to open his eyes wide, watching, watching, he wanted his eyes to go through the darkness and find the dawn at the end of the darkness.

Searched for a long time and found nothing.

So, he simply closed his eyes again to sort out his memory.

He remembered that he was stabbed by Jiang Yixin on the mountain, and then he fell unconscious.