The Strategy of Washing Clean a Slag Shou

3.16

    Although he was reluctant in his heart, Su Yang accepted the bottle of potion, saying that he was prepared for it. According to his current situation, who knows if it will come in handy.

    He was worrying about himself, suddenly his lips softened, his mouth was gently pried open, and a burst of sweet liquid flowed into his mouth, instantly moisturizing his dry throat.    

——Mr. Zhao’s Daily Task (1/1)

After feeding the water, Zhao Feng did not withdraw, as usual, he repeatedly sucked and licked Su Yang’s lips, reluctant to leave.

    It's a bit shame to say it, but Su Yang is actually enjoying it. Since he was injured, Zhao Feng has changed his previous hungry wolf style, no crazy gnawing, no overbearing plunder, some just gentle and lingering, and still the endless thoughts conveyed between his lips and teeth made people fall into his tenderness unconsciously.

    He is no longer rude, nor eager. He has become extremely patient, calm and cautious, waiting for his prince to wake up.

    After kissing for ten minutes, Zhao Fengxu sighed and walked out. Su Yang's original white lips and petals had become red and moist. He gently wiped off the contaminated mouth fluid on Su Yang's lips with a tissue, for fear of hurting the sleeping person.

    Zhao Feng didn't know, but what the Sleeping Beauty was thinking was: The good Suhu, who is so dignified, wants to kiss another hundred times -3-! !

    It was dark early in winter.

Zhao Feng only turned on a bedside lamp, and the light in the room was soft and warm.

Zhao Feng opened his laptop and handled official duties on the coffee table next to the sofa. Over the past few months, he has developed a habit.

    Su Yang listened to his deliberately slowing down the keyboard, and gradually lost consciousness and fell asleep.

    I don't know how long it took, Zhao Feng's phone vibrated, he quickly picked it up, and strode to the balcony.

    "What's the matter?" He said softly.

    On the other end of the phone was Lin Feifan. He noticed that Zhao Feng's voice was different, and said helplessly: "I can't wake him up like that, so what are you doing so carefully?"

    Zhao Feng didn't answer and said lightly: "Talk about the point."

    Until now, Lin Feifan still couldn't adapt to Zhao Feng's change. Although Zhao Feng didn't like to talk nonsense, his temperament shouldn't be so indifferent. It's okay to make jokes. Now stop joking, he can freeze to death by saying a few more words.

    This person has changed from an active volcano that erupts at any time to a complete iceberg of ten thousand years. Although the attributes have changed, the lethality has only increased.

    He straightened his face and said: "I just received the news that Young Master came back privately from abroad yesterday, but...just after arriving at the airport, he was picked up by the Second Master."

Zhao Feng frowned, "What the second child wants to do?"

    Lin Feifan said: "The second master's style is nothing to do. He must make perfect preparations. I heard that he has been in close contact with the local dragons in the surrounding provinces. Now the Seventh Young Master is in his hands."

    Zhao Feng sneered, he looked at the lonely night sky, there were only three or two stars in the sky, and the moonlight was cold and deserted.