The Rise of Phoenixes

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I vaguely heard Chunyu whispering and crooked in the cave: "If you drink a cup for one person, you will drunk and die for at least three days, and the rest will be returned to me..."

"..."

Feng Zhi was very annoyed, and he was so stubborn, why didn't he say that early!

She sneered, shoved the dirt on the wall and shook it in the pot, tucked it back into the hole, plugged the hole with the stool, and ignored the screaming wolf of Chunyu Menggui over there.

After a few actions, the wine came up, and Venus was shining in front of her. She turned her head and turned around, only to feel that the heat flow suddenly surged in her body, and then there was a cool breath out of nowhere, she circled around the heat flow for a week, she 'S body temperature immediately fell, but felt his body was soft, and then his feet were soft, slamming somewhere.

The ice under the face was silky and cool, with a hint of grass, which seemed to be Gu's pillow.

Feng Zhiwei struggled to get up, but she didn’t want to share a bed with others. She struggled while thinking indistinctly. Gu Nanyi had a good amount of wine. The half of the pot he drank seemed to be more than her, so calm. Don't move like a mountain...

Suddenly I felt a bright light in front of my eyes, and then a bright flash of light, then I realized that instead of the light, Gu Nanyi raised his hand and threw away his ten thousand years of saris.

The moonlight had passed through the high window, and there was only so much darkness on all sides, but the man just opened the veil, and the bright light like a meteor caught the eyes.

How bright should those gorgeous eyes be? Is it a pool of clear springs where the snow on the top of the Huzhugdamu Snow Mountain melts and the snow lotus floats? Or at the bottom of the deep sea of ​​the three thousand miles of golden sand, Xinjiang, the treasure pearl gestated by thousands of years of pearl mussels with life?

The ultimate brilliance close at hand is so dazzling that it makes you forget all the origins.

Feng Zhiwei didn't see exactly what those eyes looked like, let alone look at Gu Nanyi's face, because the next moment, the face had come close indefinitely, whispering and breathing hot: "Hot..."

He seemed to be really hot. From breathing to body temperature, it melted and burned like a melt, subconsciously approaching all objects lower than his own temperature, so the cool cheek of the woman lying on the pillow became a redeemable ice. spring.

He moved closer to her, and the greenish aura was slightly more astringent and clean, and then stretched out her hand, holding her face.

He held her face firmly, dissatisfied with the unnatural touch of the human skin mask, his fingers flicked the mask, and the woman's delicate and white cheeks were like jade ice, flashing in the darkness.

Satisfied with this jade-like cold water-like feeling, he immediately put his hot face in the past...

Feng Zhiwei had no action at all.

Everything in front of her is beyond her ideological preparation.

The scent of the man was close at hand, and her long and dense eyelashes were swept on her cheeks. He took her face as the best ice pack, held it in his hands and kneaded it, kneaded it, it was not enough, use his own After rubbing his face, rubbing it over there.

The dark room, the ears grind...

But it's all nonchalant, making her want to cry...

Fortunately, she was born as a boudoir, and she is considered to be a courtesy and ethical education. Although she is forced to survive and have everything to do, she cannot be an adult ice bag...

Isn't that my face is cooler?

Feng Zhiwei thought about it, and the cool air that was neutralized by the heat flow immediately began to slowly converge. Her body temperature slowly rose up, and a faint blush appeared on her face.

Gu Nanyi soon felt that the soft and cool thing he was rubbing was not cold, and immediately let go of his hand in disappointment. However, the hotness that forced into the bloodline still made him unbearable. He thought about it, Raise your hand and unbutton it.

Xie never wore a long, tight dress.

He was drunk like that, his movements were still extremely fast and stable, his fingers flew in the air, and Feng Zhiwei's eyes appeared like a jade in front of him, and the first line of the clavicle was exquisite and straight. beauty of.

Feng Zhi exploded with a slight bang.

Ancestor, why do you always have countless patterns to torture me?

She shed tears in her eyes, desperate to mobilize the cold air that suppresses the heat in her body, and desperately sent her flowery face to others, begging: "Don't take it, don't take it, you touch, you touch..."

She threw it too fast, knocked down the person who was undressing, and then rushed to drink, and her head was dizzy, and she knew nothing...

The fighting room was dark, and the pressured and the pressured were floating in the wine country, silent and silent.

Next door, Jun Yu violently lifted the jug and poured it down, pouring out the stucco. He touched his head and stunned: "Drinked? Finished..."

"Wake up, wake up..."

"Wake up!"

"Fuck! Not yet awake!"

I don’t know where it’s coming from, it’s far away from the mountains and seas, fluttering into the eardrums, disturbing the dreamless sleep, Feng Zhiwei reluctantly shook his head, holding the quilt in his arms even more. tight.

"Snapped!"

Something hit her face with pain, and the half-woke up in a hot feeling. She opened her eyes instantly. At first glance, she only felt the darkness pour out. It took a while to recognize that she was still on the bed of the fighting room, above the window of the fighting room. A white face came out.

Feng Zhiwei blinked and touched his face. He felt that the mask was not on his face. He immediately reached out and felt the mask was put on. Fortunately, the light above was not good, and she should not see her movements clearly.

This touch touched the up and down "futon", warm skin, smooth...

Feng Zhiwei immediately shook his hand like a snake bite.

No way……

Then she summoned the courage to look back, and she sadly saw that a certain drunk young master was sleeping under her...

His face was half-covered in the dark, and the sleeping posture was quiet and peaceful, but not unlike the still water-like stillness with no movement and expression on weekdays, but a little uneasy, his long eyebrows covered by his palms, lightly wrinkled.

Somehow, just looking at this man's sleeping posture, he felt calm on all sides, and Yushu quietly bloomed viburnum at midnight.

Feng Zhiwei's gaze flicked across the small half of his face, and after hesitating slightly, he took the saris and gently covered his face.

She didn't want to see, she didn't want to see.

Some things, not touched, are happier than touched.