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Bai Hemian only felt that there was an ancient clock in his heart, and when the eight characters rang, the dull bell echoed repeatedly in his mind.

This is not how he felt when he saw the letter from Third Master Feng.

This is how he felt when his heart beat for the first time.

And the person who moved his heart was holding his hand and smiling softly.

"Second Lord Feng of Jinling City keeps his word. He gave you the account book and wrote himself in your heart. Do you want it?" Feng Qisong's kiss fell on the back of Bai Hemian's neck.

Bai Hemian whimpered softly, like a kitten looking for food, gently scratching Feng Qisong's palm with its paw.

"Do you want it?" Feng Qisong grabbed his hand with a smile.

Young Master Bai moaned and said, "Yes."

"Do you want the ledger, or me?" Feng Qisong teased him.

Bai Hemian gave Second Brother Feng a reproachful look, rustled all the letters into his arms, and used actions to prove what he wanted.

Feng Qisong's eyes dimmed slightly.

But Bai Hemian, who was holding the letter, quickly turned around, and put his forehead on Feng Qisong's heart: "You are a regular customer, and I like you too."

"Because I'm a regular customer?"

"No." Bai Hemian's head followed Feng Qisong's suit to the neckline, "I like you because you are you."

When Young Master Bai was tempted, he didn't know that Second Brother Feng was a regular customer.What he fell in love with was Feng Qisong through and through, not that illusory regular customer.

It's just that now the truth is revealed, the regular customer is Feng Qisong, and his knot in his heart has been completely untied.

Feng Qisong's hand wrapped around Bai Hemian's fingertips again.

He carefully guarded the letter in his heart, reluctant to take it apart, as if hugging a rare treasure.

Bai Hemian hadn't smiled so happily for a long time. When he laughed, the flickering candlelight reflected in the corners of his eyes, like unshed tears. With the trembling of his eyelashes, they fell down and wet the envelope.The young master hurriedly wiped away the water stains, and then raised the corners of his lips in a daze. Realizing that it was just a broken light, he took advantage of the opportunity to look at the writing on the letter paper.

He looked at it, his smile faded, and his whole body trembled—the letters were all written by Second Brother Feng after he married him, and he was still a regular customer, and between the lines was the anguish of not getting what he wanted.

It is said that there is a strong character in the words, Feng Qisong's left-handed words lacked the usual murderous spirit, and there were more traces of melancholy, as if a traveler who was destined to go far left behind his last words. nostalgia.

"Brother, you..." Bai Hemian trembled as he squeezed the letter, "Since when... did you start liking me?"

Young Master Bai is smart, since he knows the truth about his regular customers, he can naturally detect Feng Qisong's secret love that has spanned many years.

"Little bastard, my heart has been yours since many years ago." Feng Qisong put his arms around his waist, without any embarrassment in his expression.

Since He Mian doesn't mind, what does Feng Qisong have to hide?

His love has long been irrepressible, and Bai Hemian's "like" is a signal, a signal that allows him to love as much as he wants.

Second Lord Feng got rid of the shackles of the family a little bit, and enjoyed a short, pure "Feng Qisong" time.

"Give it to me so early?" Bai Hemian murmured while protecting the letter, "At that time... I was only fourteen or fifteen years old."

After speaking, he suddenly stopped, his heart seemed to be suddenly empty, and there was a faint chill.

Bai Hemian moved his lips weakly, the tears that had been accumulated for a long time did not flow for him, but for Feng Qisong: "Brother, how old were you when you supported the Feng family?"

Feng Qisong didn't want him to cry, so he lowered his head and touched the wet tip of his nose: "It's not big, but it's still bigger than you are now."

That's right, Bai Hemian, who is now twenty years old, is not very old, and deep down in his heart, he still longs to be pampered by Feng Qisong.

He is a bad-tempered young master who wants to be loved.

How could Feng Qisong not know?As soon as he finished speaking, he hugged Bai Hemian into his arms.

"He Mian, you don't know how important you are to me."

When Feng Qisong was in Germany, he lived his life by thinking about the young master of the Bai family. At that time, he was considered carefree. Occasionally, when he went out to drink with his Chinese classmates, others would call him the second son.

He has an older brother and the entire Feng family behind him, so he can spend a hundred years of his life in a playful way.

Furthermore, at the beginning, he also thought that he didn't like or love Bai Hemian, but a natural desire to protect.

The elders of the Feng family passed away early, Feng Qingzhu was busy with military affairs, Feng Qisong didn't enjoy a few days of being pampered by the elders, so he was cold-tempered.He is the second child at home, and he learned to take care of his younger brother early on.

He felt that his desire to take care of Bai Hemian was the same as taking care of his younger brother who went to school and only knew how to dig out birds' eggs from trees.

The young man who fell into his arms had light in his eyes, he was so wicked, he was not afraid of falling over the wall, and he needed someone to follow him and guard him every step of the way, so that he could survive in this world smoothly.

But Bai Hemian's life was not going well, and within a few years after Feng Qisong left, he went from being the young master of the Bai family to becoming a laughing oiran in Jinling City overnight.

And Feng Qisong also used the past few years to understand why the lingering sourness in his heart was.

All feelings start from a humble seed, and gradually bloom into a flourishing garden as time goes by.

Feng Qisong's Baihemian, during the years he was away, bloomed into the most dazzling peony, and after he came back, he shyly closed the buds, as if to cover up his past.

But Feng Qisong loves him, whether it's the him who fell off the wall like a mud monkey, or the one who wears a cheongsam to make fun of himself... and now this one, who tries to push himself into his suit and clings to him for the rest of his life.

So Bai Hemian felt sorry for Feng Qisong's suffering of loving him for many years, why didn't Feng Qisong feel sorry for him?

"Second Brother Feng," Bai Hemian saw only Feng Qisong in his affectionate eyes. He straightened his waist and pressed his waist, which was as soft as a willow branch, "If... if the third master doesn't tear up the marriage certificate, you will still Will you want me?"

The light from many years ago flashed in Bai Hemian's eyes, which was so bad that it made one's heart itch.

He did it on purpose, Feng Qisong knew, his young master dug a hole openly, and he didn't even want to cover the hole with thatch.

He wished he could shout with great fanfare: "I prepared a trap for you, do you dare to jump?"

Feng Qisong jumped down willingly: "Yes."

"...Even if the third child really marries you, I can't help but snatch you away, lock you in the house, and make out day and night." Second Master Feng's panting carried a faint climax, "Even if you are already my sister-in-law, even if you are fucked by me, you can only call me second brother."

Bai Hemian's face quickly turned red.

He understood what Feng Qisong meant.

Second Master Feng told him clearly that their relationship could not be stopped even by the principles of ethics.

Bai Hemian was happy in his heart, but his face was still a bit looser than Feng Qi's.

He spat: "Second brother, don't talk nonsense."

"What?" Feng Qisong held the young master's buttocks and hugged him up, so as to observe his expression carefully, "He Mian, are you unwilling to live with me behind my back, or... no Would you like to hear me call your sister-in-law in bed?"

"You...!" Bai Hemian didn't expect that Feng Qisong looked gentle and gentle, but he said dirty things one after another. He was so ashamed that his whole body was burning, but he felt a faint sense of relief.

He belonged to Feng Qisong, and he belonged to Feng Qisong from a long, long time ago.

It's not Feng Laosan's, and it's not Feng Laosan's regular customer in disguise.

Thinking of this, the joy in Bai Hemian's heart receded like a tide, and he said bitterly: "The third master pretended to be a regular customer to lie to me, and made me entangled for so long!"

"Blame me." The smile on Feng Qisong's brows hadn't dissipated, and he looked more gentle, "At that time, your marriage contract was still in place, and I was afraid that the secret nurturing of you would be revealed and your reputation would be harmed, so I hung up the mansion. In his name... In this way, even if things are revealed, you can still live well."

Bai Hemian blinked, and said softly "Mmm".

"He Mian..." Feng Qisong's hand stopped behind his waist, and he lowered his eyes to look into his watery eyes, "Is it okay?"

Bai Hemian quietly looked back at Second Brother Feng, and for a long time, smiled silently.

He hooked Feng Qisong's neck and answered this question with actions.

—Yes, anytime.

The sticky kiss did not develop in the direction of desire, but comforted each other.Feng Qisong no longer needs to suppress his feelings, and Bai Hemian no longer needs to worry about regular customers.

They opened up completely.

Feng Qisong kissed the corner of the young master's lips, sucked his lips in his mouth, and blocked the soft tip of his tongue before it stretched out, domineering and lingering.

But Bai Hemian was in a dizzy out of breath, with his hands behind his back, he secretly pinned a letter to the side of his trousers.Layers of skirts fell down, quickly covering the snow-white envelope.

This is proof that Second Brother Feng loves him, and he wants to keep a copy privately.

After the kiss was over, Feng Qisong let go of Bai Hemian's waist.

Bai Hemian did something bad, so he didn't dare to look into Second Brother Feng's eyes, just snuggled up to him and laughed softly: "Brother, have you eaten dinner yet? I'll ask Qian Shan to make some hot soup for you."

As if to confirm the young master's words, Qianshan's voices instructing the servants in the courtyard floated from outside the window.

It's cold, and snow will fall at night. The snow in the south is cold and sticky, unlike the north. The wind blows the snow particles and cuts the window paper like a knife.The snow in the south was like rain, and the lantern was extinguished inadvertently.

"Be careful...it can't be destroyed..."

"Extinct...Second master and young master come out...fall..."

The intermittent words made Bai Hemian laugh. He propped up his upper body, facing the closed door, and shouted, "Qian Shan, how can I stumble so easily?"

He went to put his arms around Feng Qisong's neck again: "Only the third master would stumble during the daytime!"

The voice fell, followed by a series of laughter.

Qian Shan's ears were sharp, and he had already heard Bai Hemian's words, so he hurriedly ran to the window with a flashlight in his hand, "Young master, you didn't eat tonight, why don't you eat some with the second master?"

Bai Hemian had a lot of preoccupations before, so naturally he couldn't eat, but now that his heart knot has been untied, his stomach growled.

He lifted the quilt, rubbed his hands and prepared to put on thick clothes, but he couldn't go out in a cheongsam.

Unexpectedly, before Bai Hemian took two steps, Feng Qisong pulled him back to the bed, pressed him on the quilt that was warmed by the stove, and lifted the hem of his skirt.

"Little bastard, you still dare to hide it?" Feng Qisong pressed his hot palm on it, not only covering the envelope, but also covering the pink and tender roundness.