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Chapter 120 Little Wolf Cub X Female Lady (12)
It was a little cold on the ship, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and there was still cold wind entering through the cracks. Cen Simiao was lying on the bed, her cheeks flushed, the corners of her eyes were flattering, the buttons on her neck were torn apart, and she bit her lower lip.
Yang Fuqing's eyes were deep, and his breathing was particularly intense. He kissed Cen Simiao on the neck, leaving a red mark. Restless hand movements.
Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, her clothes were taken off, and her white and tender skin was exposed in front of Yang Fuqing. He seemed to be extremely hungry, with great strength.
Cen Simiao felt a little bit painful and couldn't hold back a snoring, the coquettish from the bones. Yang Fuqing raised her eyes to look at her, Cen Simiao's cheeks were flushed, and the charming corners of her eyes were particularly obvious, but her eyes were opposite, somewhat cold, seemingly reluctant.
Yang Fuqing rubbed her white skin with her fingertips, her eyes were dark, remembering what she had just said to Li Zhixiu, the corners of her mouth curled up, and seeing her somewhat resisting now, he sneered.
Cen Simiao gasped lightly as the movements on her hands became harder.
He raised his brows: "Liar."
To say that like him a long time ago is a lie.
Yang Fuqing squeezed Cen Simiao's chin and kissed it fiercely, breathing more and more intensely, his body was hot, and he hugged Cen Simiao tightly without letting go.
She was crying softly, and she felt that she was about to fall apart.
It was not until noon the next day that the door was opened by Yang Fuqing. Holding the wooden bucket in his hand, the hot water in it was vain, and he walked to the tub and poured the water in.
Cen Simiao was lying on the bed, the bed curtain was lowered to cover her body, but Yang Fuqing opened the door just now, and the wind came in, blowing the bed curtain, staggering a gap, Cen Simiao's white and tender body was looming.
Yang Fuqing's eyes darkened, and she called her softly, her voice a little dull. Cen Simiao didn't respond. He stared at the bed and reached out to test the temperature of the water in the tub, which was just right.
Yang Fuqing walked over and saw her smooth calf sticking out, with red hickeys on it.
Lifting the quilt covering her, Cen Simiao closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, and her body couldn't help shrinking. Yang Fuqing picked her up tenderly.
Cen Simiao was lying in his arms, listening to Yang Fuqing's heartbeat, very fast. She hooked the corners of her mouth. At this moment, her whole body was soft and she couldn't lift the slightest strength.
Feeling the heat in her legs, she frowned, and Yang Fuqing put it in the tub, surrounded by water. Cen Simiao calmed down and opened her eyes, her eyes flat.
Yang Fuqing was hanging her head, squirting water on her, washing her body carefully. He seemed to be aware of Cen Simiao's gaze, he paused and looked up.
Cen Simiao leaned against the bathtub, her lips were a little red and swollen, and there were many hickeys on her white neck. She was very tired, but the flattery in the corner of her eyes hadn't faded, her eyes were cold and cold.
Yang Fuqing stared at her, her eyes were dark, and the hand to wash her arm was suddenly released and dived into the water.
Cen Simiao was breathing quickly, and the expression on her face became embarrassing. She subconsciously grabbed Yang Fuqing's hand, but he was holding it down. Cen Simiao was even more anxious, and the coldness in his eyes was finally broken by him.
He curled up his mouth: "I was just in bed, but you have used everything I taught you, so why bother to chill me now?"
Cen Simiao looked up at him.
But she was pinched by Yang Fuqing immediately, and she couldn't help groaning.
After several days, Cen Simiao couldn't get out of bed. Even if she left the bed, she was still held by Yang Fuqing, and the two of them were tired of being together. When she was very excited, she was especially cooperative, but as soon as it was over, Cen Simiao's attitude became lukewarm again.
Yang Fuqing was a little wronged.
He stayed in Cen Simiao's bed for a few days, and finally the people under his hands began to look for him. After all, they are now arguing with the court. If there is no support, they will be distracted.
Yang Fuqing was very impatient. He didn't want to leave Cen Simiao for a while, but he couldn't do anything. He frowned and was very upset.
Cen Simiao ignored her and stayed on the bed to sleep. He heard Yang Fuqing talking in her ear about not wanting to go out. Cen Simiao listened to the annoyance, and put her sideways to sleep.
He was fine, not affected at all, and murmured for almost half an hour.
Cen Simiao felt the buzzing in her ears, so she sat up, took the pillow and threw it at him, her brows were angry. Yang Fuqing was stunned, hugged the pillow, and bowed her head aggrievedly.
After a while, he went out obediently.
Cen Simiao breathed a sigh of relief, but she was a little more comfortable. She looked at the door of the room, and the shadows of two people were reflected in the window, presumably the person standing outside looking at her.
She rubbed her forehead and continued to lie down, really feeling a little sleepy.
The system asked: "Eh, you don't care about Li Zhixiu?"
Cen Simiao yawned: "What? What's wrong with him."
The system shook his head and glanced at the progress bar of Cen Simiao's life counterattack. He had already completed more than half of it, but now it has fallen a lot, and it continues to fall.
Although Li Zhixiu heard what Cen Simiao said a few days ago, he was very irritated, and he watched Yang Fuqing carry Cen Simiao to the bedroom with his own eyes.
But the progress bar didn't fluctuate much at the time, but it dropped almost instantly in these two days.
The system was particularly puzzled, and hurriedly went to the thigh to ask for advice, and the answer was that Li Zhixiu should have his life in danger and would not survive a few days.
It just started to get nervous.
Cen Simiao felt wrong: "Yang Fuqing promised me not to kill him at this time."
The system sighed: "Yes, don't kill. But when you saw Li Zhixiu that day, how long can his look last?"
Cen Simiao frowned.
The system is particularly proud: "Do you think I am very smart?"
Cen Simiao rubbed her brows, looked at the door, picked up the medicine Yang Fuqing used to wipe her bruise hickey on the table, held it in her arms, and opened the door.
There were two men with swords standing outside, looking majestic. Seeing Cen Simiao come out, hurriedly salute. She squinted her eyes and asked one of them to take her to Li Zhixiu, and the other to say to Yang Fuqing.
The two men froze and hesitated. Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows: "Although Yang Fuqing asked you to look at me, the main reason was that I was in danger. If something happens to me back to the house, what should you do? ?"
They suddenly looked ugly.
Cen Simiao curled up her lips: "Take me to see Li Zhixiu. With you following, Yang Fuqing won't say anything. What's more, I still find someone to report to him."
They looked at each other, still hesitating. Cen Simiao had already stepped out of the room, and the man wanted to reach out to stop him, but he didn't dare, so he could only follow behind.
Cen Simiao had just taken a few steps, the road was clearly flat, but suddenly she sank in the middle. She almost got her feet and fell to the ground. When she looked up, a net rushed over her head.
Damn it.
The people following rushed over and pleaded with Cen Simiao: "You have been wronged, please bear with me."
Immediately after, she was restrained, and the man brought Cen Simiao back to the room and took out a chain from his arms. It seemed that there was an explanation, which was very thick.
One end was tied to the edge of the bed, and the other end was wrapped in a soft cloth and put on Cen Simiao's wrist. She struggled back and forth, her face gloomy, let him let go, and the man finished all this without saying a word, and knelt on the ground.
"Subordinates are also following orders, please bear with me."
As soon as the voice fell, the door was opened, Cen Simiao looked up, Yang Fuqing stood there with his back straight, a little gloomy between his eyebrows, his clothes were blown by the wind, his clothes swayed, and the whole person was quite cold. .
Yang Fuqing walked towards the bed, keeping his eyes fixed on Cen Simiao. He looked at her handcuffed wrist, his eyes filled with coldness, he leaned over and gently held her hand: "How come I just Go, are you disobedient?"
The man especially knows the color, and hurriedly quit to close the door.
Cen Simiao pursed her lips and said directly, "How is Li Zhixiu's injury?"
Yang Fuqing frowned and snorted, with anger on her face: "You have a deep love for him, and you care about him all the time."
Cen Simiao changed his questioning method: "How much did you beat him?"
Yang Fuqing lifted her chin, pushed her down on the bed, and reached out to untie her collar. Cen Simiao did not stop, but was extremely cooperative, holding his earlobe, Yang Fuqing's eyes instantly tightened.
He was even more angry now, and pinched Cen Simiao's chin: "You come to please me for him?"
Cen Simiao squinted her eyes and said nothing.
Yang Fuqing gritted his teeth and tightened his jaw: "I will beat him so much that I won't let him die. There is a doctor next to him watching. If he can't hold it, he will treat him. He will only die. "
His eyebrows were gloomy: "After all, I should have you and won't kill him for the time being."
Cen Simiao breathed a sigh of relief, her tight body suddenly softened, and Yang Fuqing could clearly feel that the expression between his brows became more and more gloomy.
Yang Fuqing held Cen Simiao's arm tightly and pulled off her clothes button. Cen Simiao was turned over by him, her face was against the quilt, and she felt him move behind her.
His voice was deep and possessive: "You just stay here, you can't escape."
Cen Simiao turned her head to look at him, but her eyes went dark and her dizziness was severe. Her head was hanging on the quilt. It took a long time to get better. Yang Fuqing noticed that she was sad and reluctant to be with him. At the same time, the action became more severe.
Cen Simiao frowned: "You lighten it, I feel uncomfortable."
He sneered.
For a while, Cen Simiao had been tortured on the bed, sometimes going to take a bath, and Yang Fuqing was holding her personally. Cen Simiao has never felt the feeling of stepping on the ground these days. His possessiveness is getting stronger and stronger, and he can't wait to leave for a moment.
Even Cen Simiao occasionally wanders, Yang Fuqing will be unhappy, her face gloomy. Cen Simiao stayed a little bored, frowned, especially annoying.
She occasionally heard that Yang Fuqing was discussing treason with the people under her hand. Cen Simiao guessed that Yang Fuqing should have an advantage now.
She has good food and drink these days, but dizziness is more and more frequent. Cen Simiao didn't care about this symptom since she was in Li's mansion. She thought she didn't have a good rest, but now she felt something was wrong.
She called the system out.
The system is very refreshing: "This is because the original owner's physical function is too poor, even with our energy support, it is still very weak, so it is very likely that it will not last a few days."
Cen Simiao instantly widened her eyes: "Are you fucking kidding me?"
The system becomes obedient: "No, no. I gave you a golden finger against the sky. You can die once, as long as you die before the original owner can't support it."
"Because when the golden finger is triggered, there will be a strong burst of energy, when the original owner's body can absorb it, and then continue to support it."
Cen Simiao resisted the urge to choke it to death.
She has a good strategy now, why have to toss and die. If this is the case, Yang Fuqing will definitely become even more black.
When she reappears, it is estimated that it will be many years later. If Yang Fuqing finds her again, it is estimated that she will really not want her life, and she will be hurt.
In the evening, Cen Simiao was lying on the bed staring, her eyes staring blankly, she didn't turn her head to look at the door ringing. The familiar footsteps sounded, as in the past, after less than ten steps, she walked to her bed.
Yang Fuqing leaned over, with gentle brows, and kissed Cen Simiao's lips. Seeing her dumbfounded eyes, Yang Fuqing's voice was low, softly coaxing her, and wiping the broken hair between Cen Simiao's forehead behind her ears.
"Hey, I know you are afraid of being bored, but I am also afraid of you running away."
His eyes were deep, and he stroked the chain: "So you will always stay by my side."
Cen Simiao raised her eyes: "Come here."
Yang Fuqing was very obedient, and leaned her face over, her eyes bent, she raised her head, and kissed him on the cheek. Yang Fuqing's eyes suddenly burst into joy, and the lines of the facial features became much softer.
He stared at Cen Simiao for a long time, then suddenly buried his chin in her shoulder. Cen Simiao felt a warmth, and the clothes there gradually soaked.
Cen Simiao sighed.
After a few days, Cen Simiao's body became weaker and weaker, and she could not tell from the outside, but she could feel her strength disappearing day by day. The smile on Yang Fuqing's face increased. When he saw Cen Simiao, he kissed her hard.
He is particularly at ease now, knowing that there is that chain, Cen Simiao will never escape. Yang Fuqing has already begun to prepare for the wedding, and has specially made a hairpin for Cen Simiao.
Cen Simiao didn't say a word and didn't respond too much to Yang Fuqing, but he was still very excited. Every day he went to bed, the corners of his mouth were bent.
She glanced at the progress bar, gritted her teeth and called the system out.
Researched the golden finger it gave.
The system thoughtfully read the instructions for use: "You need a run-up. Don't be touched by others during use, otherwise the golden finger will fail."
Cen Simiao frowned: "A run-up? Why is your golden finger so troublesome?"
The system is serious: "Although we are golden fingers, we also speak scientific principles. Have you never heard the saying that you can surpass time as long as you run fast enough?"
Go to your uncle.
She glanced at the chains, then at the people watching outside, can she get out in her current situation? Cen Simiao glanced at the room again. The place was too small, and he reached the root of the wall without running two steps.
A few days later, Yang Fuqing took the made hairpin to Cen Simiao, his expression was extremely gentle, and the gloom of the past has long disappeared: "Do you like it?"
Looking at her eagerly.
Cen Simiao's eyelashes drooped, her heart astringent, and her body could no longer drag on. She raised her eyes, actively wrapped her arms around his neck, and said softly, "You take me out and go around."
Yang Fuqing looked soft and agreed.
The chain was unfastened, and Cen Simiao felt that her arms were much lighter. She was only held in her arms by Yang Fuqing. The cold wind outside the boat was particularly strong, even if she was wrapped in thick clothes, she felt cold.
Yang Fuqing hugged her, lowered her head and asked, "Do you want to go back?"
Cen Simiao glanced at the outside of the boat. The place was huge. She squinted her eyes and shook her head. Yang Fuqing responded and continued to hold her and walk forward. Suddenly Cen Simiao pulled his collar, Yang Fuqing lowered his head subconsciously, but touched Cen Simiao's lips.
She is particularly enthusiastic.
Yang Fuqing breathed fiercely in an instant. He had never used Cen Simiao to tease, so he couldn't help it, not to mention that she was so enthusiastic for the first time.
He turned to the place where he lived, and Cen Simiao noticed that his lips parted from him, Yang Fuqing's eyes were puzzled, she leaned to his ear, panting lightly: "I'm not going back, it's a little cold. You go back by yourself. Get me a dress."
Yang Fuqing frowned, her face was displeased, she looked at the subordinates standing next to him, and was about to open his mouth to let them go, when she heard Cen Simiao say: "You don't care about them touching my clothes right now?"
He tightened his lips.
Cen Simiao raised her eyes: "With them, where can I go."
Yang Fuqing still didn't move, and wanted to take Cen Simiao back to get it. She rubbed against Yang Fuqing's arms, her voice softened: "I don't want to go back now, it's so cold."
His eyelashes trembled and he put Cen Simiao down, walked away reluctantly, and turned his head in two steps. Finally unable to see his back, Cen Simiao tightened his jaw, looked at the person standing next to him, and narrowed his eyes.
She pretended to call Yang Fuqing and ran towards the direction where he left, but the people on both sides did not chase him. only feel that the body that is usually weak, suddenly has the energy to use it, but she still can't run fast.
Yang Fuqing, who hadn't walked far, heard her cry out, "Yang Fuqing wait for me, I will go with you."
He has excellent hearing, and Cen Simiao didn't use much voice, but it still reached Yang Fuqing's ears. With a smile between his eyebrows, he quickly turned around and turned back in large strides to find Cen Simiao.
Yang Fuqing raised his eyes, but saw Cen Simiao running over. He bent his eyes and reached out to hug her. Cen Simiao's expression instantly became flustered, she pressed her lips white and stopped.
Yang Fuqing noticed something was wrong, frowned and walked over quickly. Cen Simiao was stunned. Seeing the unobvious light from her clothes, the system hurriedly said: "The golden finger has been triggered and is being activated. Don't be touched."
Yang Fuqing also noticed the sudden light on Cen Simiao's clothes. His eyes tightened and his voice was a little panicked: "Come here."
Cen Simiao looked at him, Yang Fuqing was about to walk over, she whispered, "Wait for me to come back."
Yang Fuqing's eyes were dark and she couldn't see the emotions, but her expression was as mad as she seemed to have not heard what Cen Simiao said, so she rushed towards her.
Cen Simiao's golden fingers were still activated. She pursed her lips and glanced behind her. Those people also noticed something was wrong and chased after her.
The system has been urging: "Oh my god! What to do! You are going to be caught! Then you will really die!"
Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, turned around, and jumped into the sea. Suddenly splashed waves. Yang Fuqing's fingertips almost touched her.
His brain went blank, and then he jumped down. The salty sea water instantly poured into her nose, and Yang Fuqing strenuously opened her eyes to find Cen Simiao. She was not far away, and the light on her clothes became stronger and stronger.
Yang Fuqing swam toward her desperately, feeling that she was about to lose her, so she panicked. Cen Simiao had lost consciousness and closed his eyes.
He got closer and closer to Cen Simiao, and finally only a little bit. Hope arose in Yang Fuqing's heart. When he was about to catch her, Cen Simiao disappeared almost instantly, and there was just a piece of sea water in front of him.
Yang Fuqing stared blankly, as if a piece of her heart had been cut off.