How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 200

   Chapter 200 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the twilight clouds (37)

   Feng Yansheng suddenly felt that Wen Xien could no longer wear this dress.

   "Can I wipe your body for you?" Feng Yansheng asked.

   Wen Xien looked up at him, Feng Yansheng was very nervous when she looked at him.

   The **** Adam's apple rolled slightly, Feng Yansheng swallowed uneasily.

   With a handful of candy wrappers stuffed in his hand, Feng Yansheng asked suspiciously, "Are you going to throw it away?"

   Wen Xien shook his head gently, "Watch."

  Feng Yansheng lowered his eyes and stared at the candy wrapper in his hand, but Jomo felt that Wen Xien was very sad now, so he didn't ask anything.

   She picked up the washbasin herself and went to the bathroom.

   Feng Yansheng stopped Wen Xien and put down the washbasin in her hand. He went to the room and took out a pair of slippers, and lowered his head to change it for Wen Xien.

   Feng Yansheng has never done this before, and now he is willing.

   He did not forget to instruct him, "Slide carefully, and I'll get your clothes for you later."

  Wen Xien's feet are very beautiful, especially white, and the dark blue blood vessels can be clearly seen on the insteps.

   Feng Yansheng has never seen such beautiful feet in his life.

  When he held up his beautiful feet, the touch in his hand was delicate and smooth, as if a little force would leave ambiguous red marks.

  Wen Xien is much bigger in Feng Yansheng's slippers.

   Feng Yansheng felt that he was too young, just like a girl.

   When he let go, Feng Yansheng was still a little strangely reluctant to part.

  Feng Yansheng leaned on the ground to stand up, when a sudden dull pain in his chest made him groan unconsciously, and then he immediately suppressed it.

   He can't get up now.

  Feng Yansheng rested on the ground with one hand and waited for the severe pain to dissipate before raising his head to look at Wen Xien. He tried to make a more relaxed expression, "After changing, go wash."

   He was about to raise his head at that time when a tear just fell from Wen Xien's open eyes and fell on his forehead impartially. The heart and soul seemed to be shaken.

   The crying person did not show a trace of grief, she herself did not realize that she was crying, only the tears fell drop by drop and fell on Feng Yansheng's head, cheeks, and eyebrows.

   Originally, the tears should only fall in two places, but because Wen Xien was shaking, the tears deviate from their positions and landed in different places several times.

   Feng Yansheng felt that the scalding hotness at that moment was not cooled by the coldness of the tears, but because of the accumulation of the tears, it radiated an extremely amazing heat, making him so hot that even his heart shrank.

   Wen Xien's eyes were still open, and the tears fell from her open eyes.

  Feng Yansheng is in a posture of raising his head, he can clearly see the process of the tears from condensing to falling.

   The pain in the chest became more and more intense, urging the heart and liver.

  Wen Xien had no expression on his face, lowered his head, the blush from the hot air had faded, his lips were blue, and it was cold.

   When Feng Yansheng realized the sharp pain, he had already stood up and bent down, in a posture that was level with Wen Xien.

   He saw Wen Xien cry for the first time in a long time. Even if Wen Xien cried a little, he wouldn't be like this.

   Feng Yansheng stretched out his arms and took Wen Xien into his arms. Although he was still a teenager, he was much taller than his peers. He had never comforted anyone, and his movements were extremely unfamiliar.

   Wen Xien buried himself in his arms, his arms were warm, with some fresh soap fragrance.

   "You don't cry."

   In front of a crying person, these three words are the palest comfort.

   But apart from these three words, any comfort seems out of place.

   He didn't know anything, and there was no way to comfort him.

   Feng Yansheng felt pain in his chest. It was a combination of two kinds of pain. Part of the pain came from the body, and part of the pain came from the mind.

  Wen Xien lowers his head than Feng Yansheng, and now his head is lowered and his shoulders are slumped, which is even more frail.

   Feng Yansheng stretched out his arms and hugged Wen Xien's shoulders.

  Wen Xien trembled in his arms. At first, the tremor was extremely subtle, but then it became uncontrollable. The trembling called Feng Yansheng who could only hold Wen Xien tightly.

"Jon, Jon!" His two arms were about to be squeezed into Wen Xien's body. He never felt that a person's tears could make his heart and liver tingle, the pain and the pain of his body Mixed together, it was impossible to tell whether it came from his mind or body, "Don't cry! Don't cry, when you cry, I... I'm also very uncomfortable..."

   His ribs were poking at his heart and lungs.

   Wen Xien was held in his arms by him, this time she didn't even cry.

   Feng Yansheng felt that he had never been so panicked before. He didn't know what to do or how to make Wen Xien feel uncomfortable.

   Feng Yansheng couldn't comfort Wen Xien at all, he never even cried.

   Feng Yansheng hugged her for almost a quarter of an hour, Wen Xien's trembling hadn't stopped, she was so cold just now, she didn't even tremble, but now her body has a little temperature, but she trembled like chaff.

   "Are you cold?" Feng Yansheng couldn't see Wen Xien's face because of the hug.

   Wen Xien's voice was fluttering and fell into his ears, "Cold."

   Wen Xien's voice is super soft, so no matter what tone she uses, she seems to be acting like a spoiled child.

   Just this one word, Feng Yansheng was in pain like scratching his heart and scratching his lungs.

"Go wash first, it's going to be dawn." Feng Yansheng turned his head, he saw Wen Xien's hair, which had been dried by her own temperature, only the tips of the hair still had a trace of moisture, "Then I hugged Wen Xien's hair. Sleeping with you, it's not cold."

   He was really coaxing someone.

   Wen Xien didn't move, and when Feng Yansheng retreated, Wen Xien still stood there upright.

   Feng Yansheng held Wen Xien's face, lowered his voice and said, "Can I wash it for you?"

  It's the same anyway.

   Wen Xien didn't look at him, and pushed Feng Yansheng away on his own.

  Feng Yansheng bent over to endure the pain in his chest and carried the washbasin to the bathroom.

   Feng Yansheng went to the closet and found a set he rarely wore. He paused when he was looking for his underwear, and his handsome face turned red all of a sudden.

   What if I don't have new panties?

  It doesn't matter that they are all men. Feng Yansheng chose the most beautiful one. Although the styles are the same, Feng Yansheng thinks this one looks good.

  Wen Xien looked at the men's underwear, and thought of Feng Yansheng's shy blushing appearance when he came in to deliver the clothes, and was speechless for a while.

  [Wen Xien swallowed: This...the size of these **** is quite large. ]

  [System: You can't hold back, at least you're a woman! ]

  [Wen Xien doesn't understand: Why am I not holding back? I don't mean anything else, it's your own filthy thoughts. ]

  [System: You look like a lecherous girl, who can't see it? ]

  [Wen Xien: Roll roll. ]

   It took a long time for Wen Xien to come out of the bathroom. Feng Yansheng's physique was tall, he was over 1.8 meters in high school, and there was a tendency to grow upwards. Wen Xien wore his clothes, and his top and trousers were a lot longer.

   Feng Yansheng took Wen Xien into the room, the quilt was neatly folded and placed on the head of the bed.

   (end of this chapter)

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