"Are you going to talk to me all night?" Feng Xiaoxun leaned lazily on the bed post and said this.

"Uh--" He saw through it.

Fang Xiyan was slightly embarrassed. She did have such a little thought. She was just subconsciously escaping the arrival of that moment...

But since she agreed to his conditions, how could she escape?

She finally looked up at him and her breathing was slightly suffocated.

He was still wearing a fiery red robe, with silver hair like a waterfall, hanging casually, his eyebrows like the distant mountains, and he raised his hair slanted into his temples. His purple eyes were like the brightest purple gems, strong and deep, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and a smile was raised at the corner of his lips, like a flower blooming charmingly at night. The red robe was half open, revealing the snow-white underwear inside. He leaned there, his movements were lazy and casual, and behind him was the light pink bed tent set, but he was like the thickest color, which made people illuminate the eyes and could hardly move their eyes...

Fang Xiyan's heartbeat suddenly became fast and she almost didn't dare to look at him. She suddenly looked away.

There was no movement in the room for a long time. The faint silence made Fang Xiyan feel guilty. Although she did not look up, she could feel his eyes always focusing on her.

Under this baptism of gaze, Fang Xiyan almost wanted to escape in panic, subconsciously wrapped her cloak on her body—

After a while, Feng Xiaoxun finally spoke: "You still have time to regret it now." His voice was low and he couldn't tell the difference.

Can you still regret it now? Fang Xiyan's heart thumped. She really had the urge to turn around and run away! She didn't want to ask anything anymore, and didn't want to care about anything anymore. She escaped from this deadly ambiguity first.

But as soon as her foot moved, Feng Xiaoxun nailed her footsteps to the spot with the next sentence: "I just want to go out to move my muscles and bones and settle the old accounts."

Fang Xiyan naturally understood what his 'mobile muscles and bones' meant. Her body stiffened slightly and closed her eyes: "What do you regret? I...I don't regret it."

"Don't regret it? Then there will be no room for you to regret later!" Feng Xiaoxun's voice slowly rang behind her, less than a foot away, and a faint fragrance floated around her. Fang Xiyan's heart was beating like thunder. She naturally understood what she was going to face, and it would be a lie to say that she was not nervous.

But, I can't regret it! This time she has implicated several living lives...

Besides, will there be such a day sooner or later? It's just ahead of time.

Fang Xiyan tried her best to do psychological construction for herself, took a breath, and simply closed her eyes: "If you want it, come!"

She looked like the wind was whistling and the Yishui was cold, and the hero was gone and never returned. Feng Xiaoxun clenched his fists in secret, and his eyes became deeper and darker.

It's just a bed with him. As for the momentum of going to the execution ground?

She was obviously afraid of being like this but she still didn't retreat. What kind of field would she sacrifice to for the white tofu?!
Chapter completed!