At this moment, on the roof, Pulao was holding the little blue bird and looking at the blue sky in the distance, while muttering unhappily: "Gongfù has been begging for your saliva for thousands of years, but you ignored it. Now, But you gave the blue water to a man who wanted to use you as a weapon?"
Little Lanfu glanced lazily at Pulao and pointed to the milk sac next to him.
Pulao had no choice but to hand it over to her.
Little Lanfu held her milk sac in her mouth, closed her eyes, put her fat legs across Pulao's body, hid in the shadow of Pulao's body, and fell asleep in a short while.
The sun is just right, but a bit too hot, just perfect for taking a nap.
Feng Qingchen felt refreshed immediately after taking a bath. He stood in front of the tub and looked down at An Yi who was dressing him.
The thin white robe is embroidered with a phoenix pattern. Under the snow-white sleeves, the slender arms that have returned to snow-white are cold and smooth. The skin is like jade and ice, and the green silk hangs down, reflecting the light and shadow.
Feng Qingchen lowered his eyes, with an affectionate tenderness at the corner of his lips. He lowered his head and kissed the woman's face dishonestly. His cold fingers carefully rubbed An Yi's smooth chin and whispered, "Anyway, we'll have it soon." Take it off, why bother?"
An Yi's little face turned red at his teasing, and she whispered: "Don't make trouble, your arm is injured..."
"There is another arm..." Feng Qingchen's voice was sexy and delicate, with a hint of coquettishness, "I am reborn after a disaster, why don't you celebrate?"
"Little Lanfu hasn't drank milk yet..." An Yi's voice was dry. She couldn't help but be so drunk with such a gorgeous and tempting man that he felt blessed by the gods.
"She is a spirit, I can't starve her to death!" Feng Qingchen picked up An Yilai with her uninjured arm, put her on the bed, pressed her down, and laughed softly, "Let me tell you. , one hand is enough, do you think this martial arts training is in vain?"
The words were obviously serious, but An Yi could hear the smell of driving. She gently punched Feng Qingchen's chest, but she saw the man's soft black hair and voluptuous collarbone.
On the roof, Little Lan Fu stretched her little fat arms and legs, turned to look at Pulao who was shielding her from the sun, stretched out her little hand, and pulled his hair.
"Little rascal, if you pull my hair again, I'll leave you alone!" Pulao opened his eyes and shouted impatiently.
This time, instead of letting go, Little Lanfu fiercely pulled off a bunch of Pulao's hair.
"You..." Pulao yelled angrily, "Do you know how difficult it is for me to grow these hairs? You... wait, why are you putting my hair in your little bag?"
There is a small pocket in front of Little Bluewing's clothes. Her favorite night pearl is hidden in her small pocket, and now Pulao's hair is stuffed into it.
Pulao blushed, folded his arms and said, "It's useless to please me. I just can't help them. If I continue to help them, I will become a little old man!"
When Pulao first transformed into a human form, he looked only 12 or 13 years old. Now he looks 13 or 14 years old. He is already one year older. This is not a good sign.
He didn't want the human form he finally managed to create to be that of an old man.
Little Bluewing couldn't help but roll her eyes, please? She was using it to curse Pulao, okay, let him make my mother suffer so much. If my father had gone too late, my mother would have died!
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