The Rise of Phoenixes

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The finger was gently stroked over the bulge there, the scar was long and wide, and uneven, you can imagine the tragic at that time.

Feng Zhiwei remembered the rumors about him by Jingzhong... The seven-year-old died of a serious illness and then changed his temperament. Was it not a sickness but an injury?

His fingertips inadvertently touched his intact skin, and the coolness and smoothness of his fingers made Feng Zhiwei's face red, and he quickly shrunk his hands, trying to make his thinking run everywhere, and he could think about anything to avoid embarrassment at the moment.

She thought about the smell of Helian Zheng's feet and whether Nan Nan's walnuts were getting tired one day while rubbing Ning Yi with the bed and rubbing it all over her body. On the quilt, the wet quilt was drawn from underneath, leaving only dry quilt wrapped in Ning Yi.

Then she even picked up the quilt and picked up Ning Yi and sent it to bed.

The man was still in a coma, but the previous short and light breathing was slightly smoother. Feng Zhiwei rubbed his body vigorously with the quilt, which promoted the circulation of blood, which eased somehow, and the pale blue color on the pale face disappeared. , Thick black eyelashes can't be worn, and a faint black shadow is covered under the beautiful corner of the eye. The contrasting black and white is rare. It is a bit weak. At this moment, only soft and light, a cloud-like clear and quiet.

Feng Zhiwei, who was so sweaty, looked at this guy who was comfortable and trapped in his dream, and patted his face angrily and jealously, "Sleep to sleep!"

After the filming, I felt very happy, so I patted it twice, hey, hurry up and beat it twice, and there was no shop after this village.

Put Ning Yi on the bed to see if his hair is still wet, and then remove the golden crown for him and pull out the hairpins, spreading it out, fearing that his hair will get wet after the pillow is on the pillow, and he will be moved out and blackened. Long hair hanging down on the couch.

Then I was busy looking for the flint and brazier, and I took down the gray cloth furniture covers and set them on fire. Once I took the covers, I couldn’t help but praise them immediately. The utensils in this room seemed to be neat, but they were all very delicate and beautiful. It can be seen that the value is very high, and all the artifacts are not Tiansheng style, with strange arcs in the corners, and there is no beauty of aliens.

But at this moment she didn't have any thoughts to appreciate it carefully. She turned over the cabinet and found what she wanted. Fortunately, everything was complete here. She even saw the futon wooden fish in a drawer.

Found the flint, dragged the brazier from under the bed, fired his clothes and baked his hair under the couch, took a comb and combed his wet hair.

He had good hair quality, holding it in the hands like a damask, with some sticking to his forehead. Feng Zhiwei leaned over and gently helped him with his fingers.

Ning Yi woke up at this moment.

From the confusion and deep pain of darkness, from the cold and rainy world, he struggled all the way, opened his eyes, and the world was hidden for a moment, only to see the delicate and slender jade white fingers, gestures softly Glance past.

Extending his eyes upward, he could see a delicate white jaw in a corner, a light pink and delicate lips, and it was soft and bright in the gray background.

The four sides of the curtain were drooping, the flames were stripped, and a warm breath came through.

The darkness and cold pain just now was like a dream.

Or is it a dream now?

The sight is still a little hazy, the fingers in front of him are busy, the Vanessa butterflies are flying like flowers, he looks a little confused, this scene is very familiar in the trance, it seems that many years ago, there was such a palace, there was such a person, Gentle and meticulous, he set aside the sweaty mess on his forehead.

For a moment my heart was boundlessly happy.

Are all the lost things back?

He groaned low, grabbed the finger, pulled it to his cheek, and leaned back gently.

"Concubine..."

Warm fingers rested on the cold cheeks, the soft warmth that penetrated into the bone marrow, he squinted slightly, so drunk that he didn't want to let go.

Feng Zhi froze beside the bed, watching his finger pulled by Ning Yi, and didn't know whether to pull it out or continue to take advantage of him.

Obviously this guy was not awake, she hesitated, what if he awakened him in case of a draw, he found that reality was angered, but what if he didn’t pull his hand, he became more angry and angered?

The finger just twitched slightly, but the man was shocked.

The eyes that had just been misty and misty suddenly condensed, and then the clearness was like a jade. He raised his eyelashes and saw the people in front of him at a glance.

Looking around, Ning Yi's eyes gradually sharpened, letting Feng Zhiwei's fingers go, Shen said: "Why are you here?"

He didn't feel ashamed and angry, but instantly recovered the sharpness and desolation in front of her on weekdays, and Mo Yu's pupils were lost in confusion, and the guard and vigilance that never unloaded came back.

Feng Zhiwei wiped his fingers on the skirt, turned around to bake his clothes, and smiled: "Find a place to avoid rain, and come in by accident."

Ning Yi swung away the quilt, looked at it, and then covered it again.

Then began to daze.

Feng Zhiwei turned his back to him, and raised his coat calmly, to see where there was still no drying.

It was okay if she didn’t lift it, and Ning Yi was even more intolerable in one fell swoop and said angrily: "Let down!"

Feng Zhiwei turned around and looked at him innocently, and sighed, really, so awkward, am I not for your comfort? Otherwise, I’ll leave your underwear dry, just make sure your robe isn’t seen through.

After taking the basic roasted clothes, she very nicely delivered them one by one, and the mulberry silk calf-nose pants were placed on top, and Ning Yi took a breath.

Can't help looking up at her, the woman looked a little shy, but he seemed a little shy, but he just thought that she was intentional.

However, in such an embarrassment, the heavy haze cloud lying on the bottom of his heart dispersed a little. He sighed and ran inside the body for a while. He found that although the old injury had occurred, it did not deteriorate, nor did it hit in such a heavy rain. It's cold here.

All thanks to her.

The clothes were neatly placed next to him. He stared at the woman. A heavy rain washed away her face, her face was small, her face was big, her breath was delicate, her eyes were confused, and the noise outside the window The rain was generally smoky, and the hair bun was messed up, and she also loosened her hair. When she leaned over, the silky hair fell down on the back of her hand, and it seemed to be rubbed into the heart.