Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

They are fascinating, eye-catching eyes, dark gray eyes, not like Wen Xiaoai's clearness like a large sea star, nor like Jun Moyan's deep introspection.

The unique eye color seems to hide countless secrets, and people can sink in at a glance.

This is a pair of eyes that cannot be described in words.

The room was dark, but it couldn't hide the light in his eyes.

"The wind is dripping."

As soon as Feng Lidan opened his eyes, he was thrown onto the bed by Wen Xiaoai beside him.

Wen Xiaoai put his arms around Fenglidan's neck, rubbing his small face against his neck, too excited.

"Little girl's movie, it doesn't look like a girl's house." Feng Li's voice with a smile sounded, and the **** voice was as intoxicating as peach blossom wine, and the invisible pampering in the tone made people listen to the mood. It's all beautiful.

It didn't disappoint, the voice didn't drag his face back at all.

Feng Lidan raised his hand and rubbed the little head that kept rubbing against his neck.

If Jun Moyan saw this scene...the consequences could not be believed.

"Okay, okay, I'm like a child when I'm old."

It took a long time for Wen Xiaoai to get up from Feng Lishan.

Feng Lidan sat up and reached out to help Wen Xiaoai tidy up some messy long hair.

This kind of intimacy is so natural to do.

"Yao Wang, how are you feeling now?"

"Very good, within half a month, my mana should be able to recover 50 to 60%."

"It's great." Wen Xiaoai yelled, and reached out and hugged Feng Li Dan again, but he threw Feng Li Dan on the bed with too much force.

"Ah-yo, I'm crushed to death, obedient." Feng Li smiled and patted her on the back.

"Hehe, they are too happy." Wen Xiaoai got up from him again with a smile.

After sitting up, he helped to pull Feng Lidan up without paying too much attention. Seeing that the belt was well pulled, he went straight to his belt.

Feng Liyan was so scared that he stood up immediately: "Little ancestor, don't pull me, I'm going to pull my pants down."

This little girl is still as troublesome as before.

"How can it be so easy to pull it off." Wen Xiaoai didn't care.

"Girls, pay attention, lest the patriarch say that I and Ye Qi didn't teach you well."

"Huh~" Wen Xiaoai said Nu Xiaokou.

"Guru~"

Protests came from his stomach.

Wen Xiaoai touched his hungry belly and looked at Feng Lidan: "Hungry~"

"Go to dinner." Feng Litan immediately got off the bed.

Wen Xiaoai also got out of bed. When he first walked to the door, Wen Xiaoai suddenly remembered something.

"Wait."

"what happened?"

"Your clothes, and this hair." Wen Xiaoai stretched out his hand and pulled a strand of ink that was drenched in wind.

"You can't dress up, you have to change it." Wen Xiaoai said, turning around to find clothes for Feng Lidan.

After a while, he returned with Jun Moyan's clothes and pants.

"Here, you wear Jun Mo Yan, and your hair is changed."

Feng Lidan looked down at the clothes in Wen Xiaoai's hand, his eyes full of disgust, and he didn't want to reach out to pick it up.

"I don't want him."

"Why not?"

"Ugly!" Feng Litan looked arrogant and disgusted.

"Where is it ugly, it looks pretty good? You have problems with your eyes, right?" Wen Xiaoai looked at the clothes in his hands, it was obviously pretty, Jun Moyan looked even better when she wore it.

"Hey, how do you little girl talk, anyway, I don't wear him, I don't want him even if I go out naked."