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Chapter 88 Just waiting for this moment

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    Feng Qingchen only ate half of the pastry and then lay on the bed. She didn't eat a bite of the food and poured it all into An Yi's stomach.

    After eating and drinking, An Yi looked around the room. Although it was elegantly decorated, there was only one bed, two pillows, and one quilt. She had a cold, and her hair was wet after taking a shower. If she lay down at the table to stay up  One night, he will definitely fall ill tomorrow. If Feng Qingchen is allowed to stay up all night, he will definitely not do it.

    And the ginkgo leaf curtains on the bed are covered with dark purple tassels, and the soft blue gold brocade is full of temptation.

    After carefully weighing it, Anyi sat next to the bed and began to take off her shoes.

    Feng Qingchen looked back at her: "What are you doing?"

    An Yi blinked her eyes seriously: "Go to sleep, how can you sleep if you don't take off your shoes?"

    "You want to sleep here?" Feng Qingchen looked disgusted, "You and the Liu family just said that we are husband and wife, are you just waiting for this moment?"

    An Yi's eyes widened and he almost vomited blood. What does it mean to wait for this moment?  Did he think

    "We, a man and a woman, were at the cemetery in the middle of the night. If I said we were not husband and wife, what would people think of us? What's more, we already have a contract, right?" Anyi quickly defended.

    Feng Qingchen snorted coldly and turned away, not bothering to pay attention to her.

    "No matter what you think, I want to go to bed first. I have a headache!" An Yi said in a low voice. She had already taken Jiuwei Jianghuo Pills, and now she felt dizzy and wanted to lie down.

    An Yi immediately lay on the outside of the bed, casually pulled the soft quilt from Feng Qingchen's body, and curled up.

    Feng Qingchen looked a little impatient and sat up intuitively. He raised his foot and was about to kick An Yi down when he saw that her face was pale and her whole body was swaying, as if she was very afraid of the cold.

    An Yi was confused. She seemed to be in a big house. The house was very big. The servants were walking back and forth carrying trays and lanterns. There were red lanterns hanging under the eaves, as if they were decorating some kind of festival.  .

    There was a man standing in front of her, standing under the plum blossom tree and smiling at her.  The petals of plum blossoms were flying all over the sky, and each one seemed to carry the spirit of the flower. The man bathing in the flying snowflakes and rain, as beautiful as a dream, stretched out his hand to her.

    An Yi wanted to hold the man's hand, but something suddenly grabbed her, and she couldn't get close to him no matter what.

    The man under the flower tree gradually became blurry, and An Yi desperately wanted to catch up

    Feng Qingchen twisted a handful of wet towel and was about to put it on An Yi's forehead impatiently, but she suddenly grabbed her left wrist.

    Feng Qingchen frowned and looked at An Yi who was talking in his sleep.

    Fine beads of sweat slowly oozed out from An Yi's forehead. The silver moonlight spilled from the branches and flowed through her pointed chin, making her face painfully pale.  In the dream, she seemed very uneasy, and she kept exerting force with her hands, pinching out red fingerprints on Feng Qingchen's white wrist.

    Feng Qingchen frowned and coldly pulled her hands away, but An Yi held on to her.

    Feng Qingchen dropped the wet wipe in her right hand on An Yi's forehead. After a while, An Yi seemed to slowly break free from the nightmare and sleep soundly.

    Feng Qingchen lowered her eyes and looked at the woman grabbing his arm, with a hint of impatience in her expression, but in the end she did not forcefully pull away.

    The night wind blows outside, a bit cold in spring, a bit fragrant, and the moonlight is just right.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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