The First Thousand Four Hundred and Thirty Chapters Devil School Grass Drag Girl (Twenty-Seven)

Feng Yi buried his head in the girl's neck and was silent for a long time. He said, "I like it very much as you gave it."

You sent it.

"Yeah." Ranbai thought about it, hugged Feng Yi, and nodded.

Feng Yi raised his head slightly, looked at Dianbai, and bent the corners of his lips hard, trying to make himself laugh, he said hoarsely, "I really like it."

Ranbai lowered her eyes to look at Feng Yi, her eyes were very pale, her fair and slender hands pressed on the man's lips, "You don't have to force yourself to laugh."

Feng Yi was slightly startled, pursed his lips, his eyes darkened slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

He seemed to be covered with a layer of mist around him, making it unreal and inaccessible.

Ranbai frowned irritably, feeling the same again.

Bored.

Ranbai broke off Feng Yi's beautiful fair-skinned jaw, and without saying a word, leaned over and bit the man's lips.

Feng Yi's fingertips paused slightly, cooperating with the girl and letting her do whatever she wanted.

The smell of blood filled their mouths.

"You are mine, mine, understand?" Ranbai looked directly at Feng Yi's dark and deep eyes, and emphasized.

Feng Yi silently held the corner of the girl's clothes, with a fleeting emotion in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Ranbai didn't get too entangled in this topic, anyway, it was hers in the end.

"Are you going to talk about the piano?" Ranbai asked.

Feng Yi shrank his fingertips slightly, facing the girl's gaze, he said in a trance: "...Yes."

"Okay, play it for me." Ranbai answered frankly.

Feng Yi suddenly fell silent.

"It's fine if you don't want to play." Seeing that Feng Yi didn't speak, Ranbai said, "Let's play something else."

"Do you want to hear it?" Feng Yi asked.

Ranbai smiled suddenly and looked directly into Feng Yi's eyes, "Then do you want to play?"

In other words,

If you want to play, I will listen.

If you don't want to play, I don't want to listen.

"Why are you so good?" Feng Yi hugged the girl's waist tightly, buried her head in the girl's neck, and asked in a low voice, the voice could not hear any emotion, but it seemed to have everything.

Well, he couldn't bear to let go.

"You don't love me if you know I'm good." Ranbai muttered in a low voice.

Sometimes the vague sense of distance and whiteness that he sees from Feng Yi, he doesn't seem to love her.

Anyway,

It doesn't matter whether you love her or not.

She can only have her for the rest of his life.

Feng Yi didn't hear what Qing Ranbai said, he wondered: "Huh?"

"It's nothing." Ranbai denied and said, "What do you want to do, I'll accompany you."

"Can I play the piano for you?" Feng Yi was silent for a moment, then smiled, with a questioning tone.

"You can do what you want." Ranbai replied frankly.

"It doesn't sound good, you are not allowed to laugh." Feng Yi said seriously.

"Okay, don't laugh." Ranbai nodded solemnly.

Feng Yi stepped forward and looked at the black and white piano, which was exquisite and luxurious, with his fingertips slightly resting on the keys.

An inexplicable emotion flashed across his eyes, but it just flashed away.

Ranbai gave Feng Yi a strange look.

What is this again.

Ranbai propped up his chin and directly occupied Feng Yi's position, sitting on the hospital bed.

What is the officer hiding from her?

The elegant and noble man sat in front of the piano. He lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes drooped down, his black eyes looked solemn and serious, and his face was elegant and picturesque.

The fingertip presses a key, and a sound is emitted.

Feng Yi's breath suffocated slightly, he controlled the trembling strength of his fingertips, and pressed the keys one by one.

One by one, green and unfamiliar notes jumped out.

That's like,

I used to play very well, but I haven't played it for a long time, and I regained the feeling of the piano.