Chapter 2105 Distressed, Dripping Blood

Feng Sufei looked at Nanrong Huai'an, her mind was filled with longing, and she didn't know what to say.

And when he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse.

Her eyes were sour, and she felt an urge to cry.

It turned out that she missed him so much.

Feng Sufei and Nanrong Huai'an stood in place, staring deeply at each other, and from each other's eyes, they could see the strong emotion and longing.

The moment Feng Sufei saw Nanrong Huai'an, her heart almost jumped out of her throat, very fast.

It throbbed violently.

The dream-like face, poetic and picturesque, so beautiful, is the image engraved in her mind.

Feng Sufei looked at Nanrong Huai'an almost obsessively, tears were about to fall.

Looking at Feng Sufei's appearance, Nan Rong Huai'an knew that she had lost weight and haggarded a lot. Although her eyes were still so bright, he knew that his Sufei must have suffered.

Seeing Feng Sufei's tears, Nanrong Huai'an felt very distressed.

He took a few steps forward and came to Feng Sufei. He gently wiped Feng Sufei's tears away with his hands, and said distressedly: "Don't cry, my heart aches when you cry."

At this moment, Nan Rong Huai'an felt a burning pain in his heart seeing Feng Sufei's tears.

Her tears seemed to be dripping down on the bottom of his heart, making his heart drip with blood.

Nan Rong Huai'an wiped away Feng Sufei's tears, then bowed his head and kissed her lips.

Now he doesn't want to say anything, he just wants to get closer and closer to her to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

During this period of time, he was also very worried about her, and he couldn't do anything anymore.

He misses her too.

Nanrong Huai'an gently hugged Feng Sufei into his arms, and then exerted a little force on his arms, which were very tight.

Feng Sufei felt the strength of Nanrong Huai'an's arm, and then slowly closed her eyes.

This kind of strength gave her a sense of security and made her feel that she was very close to him.

Smelling the familiar aura of Nanrong Huai'an, Feng Sufei was intoxicated.

She just wants to lie in Nanrong Huai'an's arms right now, in his arms like this.

Nanrong Huai'an stretched out his hand to gently stroke Feng Sufei's hair, and whispered in her ear: "Sufei, you've lost weight, which makes my heart hurt."

Feng Sufei pouted and said, "I just want to make you feel bad."

"fool."

She misses him so much.

When Feng Sufei came out of Nanrong Huai'an's arms, she touched Nanrong Huai'an's eyes with her hand, "You are also haggard."

Nanrong Huai'an grabbed Feng Sufei's finger and put it on his lips and kissed it, "Thinking of you."

When holding Feng Sufei's hand, Nanrong Huai'an felt something, and his face changed.

He grabbed Feng Sufei's hand and turned it over to take a look.

Feng Sufei realized something and hurriedly pulled her hands away.

But Nanrong Huai'an's strength was so great that Feng Sufei couldn't be pulled back at all.

He looked down at Feng Sufei's palm, the once smooth fingers were covered with calluses.

Seeing those new cocoons, Nanrong Huai'an's heart was stung badly.

His heart ached so hard that he twitched.

Nanrong Huai'an looked at Feng Sufei with red eyes, "These..."

Feng Sufei tried her best to squeeze out a nonchalant smile, "This...is just doing some work, and it's like exercising."

On weekdays, Nanrong Huai'an is reluctant to let Feng Sufei do some work.

He couldn't bear to let Feng Sufei get tired.

Wherever she bumps into on weekdays, he can feel distressed.

Not to mention seeing these cocoons.

Just from these cocoons, he knew how much work Feng Sufei had done in the past ten days.