Chapter 1689 Concubine (5)

"It's going to hurt a little in the future, and the bones are a little bit hurt, so you really have to get it right." Feng Er looked up at her.

He was really surprised that Feng Yan could be so stubborn.

Feng Er has been with Feng Yan for half a year. He knows that although this little girl is the daughter of the Feng family, she has a strong temper and is still delicate.

Feng Er has experienced this kind of healing process of being injured, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it, but he knows that for a pampered girl, this is far beyond the range of tolerance.

"The fourth prince is coming back, I have to hurry up." Feng Ernei was extremely powerful, he had no choice but to soften his heart when he heard the movement outside the thatched cottage.

The hand holding Xia Ling's ankle suddenly exerted force, and only heard a slight "click", Xia Ling gasped, and a pain soon came from the ankle.

"Yan'er, are you alright?" Sima Lian's questioning voice sounded from outside the door.

There was a little sweat on Xia Ling's forehead, she raised her hand to wipe it off, before she could look at Feng Er.

Feng Er's vigorous figure here is like a black shadow in the daytime, quickly darting out of the window.

"Okay." Xia Ling looked away.

Her pain was not in vain, Feng Er looked at her in pain but remained silent, and his affection for her rose from 2 to 7.

Another 5 points of favorability increased, and Xia Ling looked quite satisfied.

"There is nothing in this village that can nourish your body. I asked my aunt to boil an egg for you, and you will nourish your body after eating it." Sima Li came in with a wooden tray.

There are two bowls of rice, two side dishes, and an egg on the wooden plate.

The rice is wheat rice, well-cooked wheat, and fried wild vegetables. It looks like there is no oil or water.

"Thank you, Shiro." Xia Ling looked at Sima Li, as if he was slightly moved.

Sima Lian immediately burst into a smile, "It's not hard work, Yan'er, didn't you agree that we are together, we don't want to be rich, we just want to stay together forever!"

Xia Ling looked at Sima Yan.

From his thin and handsome face, Xia Ling couldn't see a trace of camouflage.

"Well, Shiro, we will be good, together." She raised her eyes to look at Sima Li, the light in her eyes moved slightly, as if imprinting him into the bottom of her eyes.

"Good Yan'er." Sima Li handed the bowl and chopsticks to Xia Ling, and accidentally...touched her hand.

Sima Yan withdrew his hand like an electric shock, he looked careless, but looking at Xia Ling, his eyes were extraordinarily gentle.

Lonely men and widows elope again.

The atmosphere of being so alone is particularly beautiful.

Xia Ling could feel that Sima Li really wanted to have something to do with her.

From wanting to rub her ankles at the beginning, to now more or less creating an ambiguous atmosphere with her, man... These actions are all paving the way for the night.

A man and woman who eloped are naturally husband and wife in name to the outside world.

Speaking of tonight, it was their wedding night, Sima Li's behavior was intimate and ambiguous, but not too much.

Xia Ling pretended to be shy and did not respond to Sima Li's words.

She secretly used the bowl and chopsticks to cover her, and rubbed her fingers vigorously, just wanting to wipe off the place Sima Lian touched her just now.

Suddenly, in my mind, Ding Dong, Ding Dong, the favorability was reminded twice in succession.

As soon as the consciousness checked, it turned out that it was Feng Er's favorability of 7 for her. Two consecutive -1s dropped from 7 to 5.

Heh, this duplicity Feng Er!

He said he didn't like her, but now, seeing her getting closer to Sima Lian outside, would he be jealous?

Thinking of him, Xia Ling felt a little more at ease.

Feng Er is a master of martial arts, with him, as long as she doesn't want to, she won't suffer from Sima Yan.