681 Spiced Love Porridge
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Yan Haotian entered Feng Haitang's room with a tray in hand, only to find her sitting on the bed in a daze, her cheeks blushing and her expression in a trance.
He was startled, hurriedly walked to the window, reached out and stroked her forehead.
The touch of the rough big hand made Feng Haitang wake up suddenly.
When she saw her sweetheart close at hand, Haitang was stunned for a while, and then her beautiful face flooded with joy, "Haotian, you...you're here?"
Yan Haotian put down the tray in his hand, looked at her worriedly, and made a gesture, "How are you? Does the injury still hurt?"
Feng Haitang shook his head, "I'm all done."
There was an unbearable silence between the two.
"Haotian, are you right..."
Feng Haitang finally mustered up the courage to speak, but Yan Haotian had already brought the porridge bowl in front of her.
"Eat something first." He gestured.
Feng Haitang's expression suddenly dimmed, and she squeezed the porcelain bottle hidden in her cuff.
Haotian really wanted to avoid the problem between the two of them.
He didn't want to mention it, didn't want to make it clear, so he interrupted himself.
Maybe when his body is fully recovered, he will try his best to push himself out.
I just gave her a fluttering sentence: "I'm not worthy of you."
No, she absolutely does not accept such a result.
Feng Haitang gritted her teeth, her mind filled with Mu Yan's phrase "Rice cooked with raw rice".
Her mood was so disordered that when Yan Haotian carefully asked her how the porridge tasted, she couldn't taste it at all and just nodded mechanically.
Yan Haotian was a little disappointed when he saw her casual look, but he regained his energy immediately.
Thinking about how to make it even better next time.
At this moment, Feng Haitang's low voice suddenly came from her ear: "Haotian, you...you can take a bite too, okay?"
Yan Haotian raised his head, and his mind was swayed at Jianshui Qiutong of Shangfeng Haitang.
The heat rushed to his cheeks, but his dark skin made it difficult to detect.
But at this time, his mind was already muddy, and he was completely unable to think. He only knew that he obediently opened his mouth and put a mouthful of porridge handed over by the little hand into his mouth.
The hot porridge was in his stomach, but he was not thinking about it, and he couldn't taste the taste of the porridge at all.
Suddenly, a quiet fragrance blows in.
Yan Haotian's heart skipped a beat, and when he looked up, he realized that Feng Haitang's face was close at hand.
The woman's snow-white and soft skin, and her pale pink lips like petals, were close at hand.
Yan Haotian only felt that a flame was burning in the depths of his body.
The astonishing heat flowed all over his body, and finally gathered somewhere in his lower abdomen.
"Haotian..." Feng Haitang put her hand around his neck, and her warm, wet breath came out with a touch of softness that she would never show normally, "Haotian, do you... like me?"
The mysterious medicine poured into the bowl of porridge was eaten not only by Yan Haotian, but also by Feng Haitang.
Yan Haotian's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and after a long while, he regained his senses and nodded.
Feng Haitang smiled softly, winking like silk.
She slowly lowered her head and gently touched the man's chapped lips, "Haotian, do you want me? If you really like me, really love me, hug me now, okay? "
Gudong!
Yan Haotian swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Reason is madly telling him that he can't blaspheme Haitang, can't touch her before the wedding night, can't, can't!
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