Chapter Seven Hundred and Twentieth Three: Happy without Trace III

However, Ling Weifeng's body froze and his face turned even paler.

"Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng."

Prince Xi called twice tentatively, but failed to wake her up.

He had no choice but to find a white shirt and put water in the bathroom.

After taking a bath for her, he hugged her back to the bed and lay down, then he turned around and went to take a bath.

When he came out, he found Ling Weifeng's body tightly curled up into a ball, shivering while hugging the quilt.

The vigilance seems to be heavy.

She didn't dream, but this silent fear was even more distressing.

Prince Xi Gu went up from the other side and gently hugged her into his arms.

Lowering his head, he gently kissed the center of her tightly knit eyebrows, over and over again, until he relaxed her eyebrows, and then he let go.

He let her head rest on his chest, and then gently lifted the shirt on the back of her neck, where there was a faint bruise.

If he guessed correctly, she should have been stunned by someone.

Just why.

As for that love, she seems to know a lot about Ling Weifeng.

Perhaps, for those things that he couldn't find out, he could start with Zhong Qing.

After making up his mind, he turned off the light and hugged Ling Weifeng tightly.

But there is no sleepiness.

What happened tonight, he will never let it go!

It doesn't matter who those are, and it doesn't matter who those people are for.

If he hurt his woman, he would have to pay the price in blood!

In the barren hills, passion is still boundless.

Maybe it's because the medicine is too powerful, or maybe it's too cold in winter night, and we need each other's body temperature.

The two of them almost turned upside down overnight.

again and again,

tireless.

Tang Fengyang received military training since he was a child, so it goes without saying that he has physical fitness.

As for Zhong Qing, she was trained as a special agent, and the physical requirements of special agent training were even stronger than those of soldiers.

Therefore, the physical strength of the two is really not comparable to that of ordinary people.

It wasn't until dawn that the burning passion slowly subsided.

In the end, Zhong Qing was even made to pass out.

So, in this respect, women are never as good as men.

No matter how tough you are.

As for Tang Fengyang, the situation was not much better.

After fighting all night, he was the one who contributed.

After the effect of the medicine wore off, the impulse had receded, and he instinctively hugged the person under him, lying down and falling asleep like this.

It's a sore day right now, and it's really cold.

In addition, it is now in a barren mountain, and the temperature is even lower than outside.

Just now, the passion is rushing to the head, and the temperature in the body is frighteningly high.

The two fought fiercely, so they didn't feel cold.

But after the heat in the body receded, the chill came.

Especially when the two are naked and sleep in each other's arms.

Zhong Qing lives in a dangerous environment all year round, so she is more vigilant than anyone else.

Soon, she woke up from the cold.

He opened his eyes in a daze, only to feel that his head was blank and his whole body was limp.

Cold was her greatest feeling at this moment.

There seemed to be a hot stove beside her, and she burrowed into Tang Fengyang's arms.

As soon as she moved, she realized that her body seemed to have been dismantled and reassembled. The pain made her gasp.

Confused thoughts, this becomes clear.

The sleepy eyes that were still full of drowsiness instantly widened like copper bells.

She turned over and moved her body, which had been demanded too much, the pain made her face turn pale.

It hurts, it really hurts.

This kind of pain is not like the pain of usual injuries, but an unspeakable pain.

Especially the lower body, the feeling of being torn apart was even more uncomfortable than being directly shot a few times.