How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 333 There is no way to get rid of this situation, so I raised my eyebrows, but my heart (92)

   He was really stubborn, he finally seized an opportunity, but was forcibly stopped at the most critical moment.

   But he didn't dare to think deeply about these words.

  ...It's not just what he said in his heart.

   He has always restrained himself from mentioning those people in front of Wen Xien, but how could he be jealous in his heart.

   was so jealous that he was going crazy.

   But he didn't want to be like Shen Yue, he really wanted to live a good life with Wen Xien, he really wanted to get a little reaction from Wen Xien, even a little bit, he was satisfied.

   Instead of always like this, as if he is the only one singing a one-man show, Wen Xien is like a calm bystander, watching him make trouble, watch him crazy, and watch him crazy.

People don't know how to be satisfied. At first, he just thought that as long as Wen Xien stayed by his side, it would be fine, but after Wen Xien really stayed by his side, he was very greedy and wanted more. He wanted Wen Xien. Love.

   All love.

   "Enen...we'll be together forever, right?"

The dark color in Fan Xian's pupils was slowly engulfed, replaced by full of unease and fear, his arms firmly clamped Wen Xien, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing her: "You won't let go I'm alone, right? Yes, answer me."

Wen Xien couldn't breathe, her head was about to explode, Fan Xian squeezed her so hard, there was no room for resistance, the man was a circle bigger than her, his hands were against her back and he was holding her tightly, his Adam's apple rolled, and his movements were urgent .

   In order to appease the excited and insecure man in front of him first, Wen Xien just agreed first, "Okay, I promise you."

  Fan Xian not only did not let go, but he hugged him even tighter. Under his hard and hot chest, his fiery heart was beating very fast, and Wen Xien could even clearly feel the speed of his heartbeat.

  …

  Whether Wen Xien was willing or not, she was forced to stay at Fan's house for a few days. Even if she protested, Fan Xian pretended not to see it.

Fan Xian and Fan's father discussed the wedding in the study. Fan Xian felt that the sooner the better, but he couldn't be hasty. OK

After    left the study, Fan Xian's mood was much lighter, he walked around the living room to the kitchen, Wen Xien was drinking porridge with his back to him.

   Fan Xian hugged her from behind, and fed the porridge from the spoon directly into his mouth with her hand. "Well, it's delicious."

  Wen Xien paused, as if he was a little disgusted and wanted to change a spoon, but Fan Xian had already pulled a chair and sat beside her with a smile, and said Ai Ai with his chin up.

   "I want to drink too, can you feed me well?"

  Wen Xien glanced at him lightly, "You don't have long hands yourself?"

   Fan Xian was not ashamed, he used his handsome face to act coquettishly, like a child asking for candy.

   Wen Xien was so disgusted that he couldn't even drink porridge.

   But Fan Xian didn't let her go, and kept leaning on her like a dog, sniffing here and licking there.

   Wen Xien couldn't eat anymore, so he pushed the wheelchair away.

   Fan Xian regretfully watched her back disappear into the corner, took the half bowl of porridge left by herself, and drank it clean.

Because they were in Fan's house, the two slept in separate rooms at night. In fact, they also slept in separate rooms at the beginning, but Fan Xian was cheeky and crawled on the bed in the middle of the night. Fan Xian was honest at first, but he didn't move at all afterward. Kiss, hug, rub.

   Fan Xian was used to sleeping with Wen Xien in his arms at night, but he was a little unaccustomed to losing the familiar temperature in his arms suddenly, tossing and turning for a long time before falling asleep.

   When he woke up the next day, he was surprised to find that he was the last one to wake up.

   Fan's mother liked those flowers and plants, and she liked to compete with those things. Fan's father had already gone out, so Fan Xian put on a dress and went downstairs to find Wen Xien.

  Wen Xien pushed a wheelchair in the garden by himself, staring at a pink flower in a daze.

  Golden light covered her pale and delicate face, shrouding her whole body in an unreal halo of halo, as if it would disappear at any moment.

   Instant panic grabbed his heart, Fan Xian hurried to her side, and didn't feel relieved until he touched the thin shoulder.

   Wen Xien turned his head slightly, looked at him quietly, and didn't speak.

She raised her head slightly, her dark hair was dyed with a layer of golden light, her pale lips were pursed lightly, and her beautiful eyes were still a little confused. When she saw that it was Fan Xian, she tilted her head. Seems to be suspicious.

   Fan Xian stared at her for a while, couldn't stand her straight eyes, and pretended to joke.

   "If you look at me like this again, you will be kissed."

   When Wen Xien heard him say this, he quickly lowered his eyelashes, and the long eyelashes were like butterflies ready to spread their wings.

   Fan Xian looked at it, his eyes changed, like a reckless stunned blue, a heart pounding, he licked his lips, with a bit of threatening coaxing.

   "En, give me a kiss, okay?"

  Wen Xien turned her head, revealing her snow-white earlobes, and her profile was extremely smooth. She pushed the wheelchair to leave the rascal.

Fan Xian could no longer restrain the turbulent impulse in his heart. He squatted down halfway, pressing Wen Xien's neck with one hand, and holding Wen Xien's cheek with the other hand. Grinding, the intertwined breath lingered with an ambiguous illusion, and what was even more unbelievable was that he even felt Wen Xien's response.

  Although he just touched it timidly and then quickly retracted it, Fan Xian's scorching heat ignited in an instant, and a full and intense emotion was rampaging in his chest, making him almost unable to resist.

   He squeezed Wen Xien into his arms, clasped the back of her head and kissed her fiercely. Wen Xien was forced to endure it, her messy breathing was filled with wet heat, and her lips turned red and moist, and she slowly opened her half-closed eyes and said softly.

   "Fan Xian, enough is enough."

   Fan Xian was still buried in the crevice of her neck to calm down his emotions and did not move.

   The tip of his nose was full of a faint cold fragrance, which made his heart feel extremely satisfied at this moment. Fan Xian couldn't help but hook his lips. He wanted to speak, but was stunned by Wen Xien's next sentence.

   "What did you do to Shen Yue?"

   Her tone was cold, but it didn't prevent Fan Xian from getting angry.

  's unintentional questioning stopped Fan Xian. He lowered his eyelashes to cover the gloom in his eyes, but his face was still gentle, and he said softly, almost doting.

   "What did Enen ask him to do? Is he dead or alive, does Enen still care now?"

   Yingying's smiling tail hooked into the shallow darkness, like a poisoned hook.

   (end of this chapter)