Fang Xiyan: "..." I'll leave a bunch for her at least! Or put it in a vase...

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Perhaps she was tired from walking, so Fang Xiyan slept well until dawn. The only flaw was that she heard the conditioned reflex when listening to the opera, and in her dream she also heard the singing voice of the opera actor Yiyi.

In the hazy state, she seemed to have swung her sleeves and went up to sing. The song was actually "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl". She was the Weaver Girl who was captured by the heavenly soldiers and generals. Behind her, the Cowherd put on a cowhide and carried a cowhide.

The two baskets were chasing after each other vigorously. Fang Xiyan suddenly noticed that the cowhide on the Cowherd's body had turned blood red, and the face of the originally honest and humble young farmer suddenly became stunningly beautiful.

He smiled evilly at her and sang in a colorful tune: "Madam, do you really don't want to be a husband anymore? Even if you don't want to be a husband, do you also want to have children?"

Then a baby's face popped out of the basket he picked, looking like an abandoned left-behind child: "Mother, don't you want to be alone?!" She suddenly woke up with goosebumps all over her body.

When she woke up, her heart was beating so fiercely that she couldn't help but rub her eyebrows. Her dream was really creative. It automatically integrated the doubts in her heart with the drama she watched during the day. It shocked her...

"Are you awake?" A voice suddenly sounded, startling her. She subconsciously followed the voice and was stunned for a moment.

Feng Xiaoxun was wearing a scarlet robe and sitting at a table not far away. The morning sun slanted in from the window and danced on the eyelashes in his hair. His fair and jade-like skin seemed to be carrying a thin layer of morning light, which made people feel

Can't take my eyes away...

When did he come? She didn't even notice it!

Fang Xiyan's heart skipped a beat and she subconsciously checked her body. All her clothes were on her body properly...

"Don't worry, I won't touch you without your consent." Feng Xiaoxun said coolly, and her worries were cleared with one sentence.

Fang Xiyan was a little embarrassed, but she also breathed a sigh of relief: "Master Demon Lord, just remember what you said."

Feng Xiaoxun's face darkened slightly. She was really not very guarded against him! He was slightly disappointed. He thought that after a day of dating yesterday, her attitude towards him would be a little different——

The more times a person is disappointed, the more capable he is of resisting blows.

His eyes flashed slightly and his body moved. He came to Fang Xiyan's bed, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on her forehead: "What nightmare did you have? Look at the sweat on your head."

His sudden approach made Fang Xiyan stiffen, and the scent of tea and flowers on his sleeves made her heart skip a beat with great joy.

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