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Sang Luan paused, turned slightly to the side, and her gaze fell on the large hand that was holding her wrist.

In an instant, the large hand flipped over and grabbed her hand instead.

A warm sensation came from her palm, and her large hand enveloped it perfectly.

She lowered her eyes slightly, tightened her grip a little, and was about to pull her hand back.

To her surprise, the moment she moved slightly, the large hand holding her gripped her hand even tighter.

That murmured voice came again.

Sang Luan bent down, and this time she heard it clearly.

On the bed, Feng Hengzhi's brows were slightly furrowed, his lips moved slightly, and his voice was very hoarse, "Don't go."

Sang Luan struggled to break free several times but could not, and resignedly sat down on the side of the bed.

Feng Heng's loss of appetite led to complications that went beyond just irritability.

He also has a habit of having nightmares in the middle of the night.

In the original story, Feng Heng's nightmare habit was only completely cured after his white moonlight returned.

Thinking of this, Sang Luan silently reached out and pried Feng Hengzhi's fingers apart one by one.

Feng Hengzhi murmured softly, as if he had grasped some priceless treasure and would not let go no matter what.

Feng Hengzhi's brows furrowed more and more, and he looked extremely uncomfortable.

Back then, due to interference from certain individuals, Feng Hengzhi believed that the death of his beloved was related to him.

Every time he wakes up in the middle of the night, Feng Hengzhi dreams of that scene.

Judging from Feng Hengzhi's distressed appearance now, he's most likely dreaming of that scene from back then again.

Well, at least Feng Hengzhi is now her sugar daddy.

She lowered her eyes, her expression extremely gentle, and reached out to gently smooth Feng Hengzhi's brow.

again and again.

With her movements, the person on the bed finally calmed down, and their expression became much more peaceful.

The force of the large hand that was enveloping her left hand gradually dissipated.

Sang Luan's eyes flickered slightly, and taking advantage of the opportunity, she decisively withdrew her hand.

There was a red mark on her wrist. She gently swung her wrist in the air and blew on it, which made her feel much better.

The person on the bed gradually calmed down, and Sang Luan reached out and placed his hands together on his abdomen.

A moment later, Sang Luan tiptoed back to the side couch.

As soon as I sat down, my eyes were drawn to a delicious aroma.

She reached out and touched her stomach, which then made a rumbling sound.

I'm getting a little hungry.

When she entered the room, the old lady specially sent someone to check her body thoroughly. All the food she had hidden on her body was taken away.

Dinner was a completely lonely affair.

She glanced instinctively at the person on the bed, who was fast asleep.

The next moment, she had a sudden thought, tiptoed up, and ate the whole plate of pastries.

Sang Luan touched her belly, then lay down contentedly.

She had just lain down when a wave of drowsiness washed over her.

He tilted his head to the side and quickly began to breathe evenly.

However, the next moment, someone on the main bed slowly woke up.

He slowly sat up straight, turned slightly to the side, and glanced at Sang Luan not far away.

His gaze deepened slightly as he reached out and touched his brow.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and his already deep eyes appeared even more profound at this moment.

Is it her?

After a moment of silence, he decisively got off the bed and strode over to Sang Luan.

His entire shadow completely covered Sang Luan's head.

A faint smile appeared on Sang Luan's lips, as if she were having a sweet dream.

He subtly scanned the sleeping posture of the person in front of him.

His face darkened, and for no apparent reason, a surge of anger welled up in his chest.

This doesn't look like a lady from a respectable family at all.

Feng Hengzhi's brows furrowed involuntarily.

Sang Luan had one leg tucked under the blankets, while the other leg was on top of the blankets, and she was holding a corner of the blankets with both hands.

The blankets barely covered half of her body.

As soon as he lifted his foot, he felt a force binding him around his waist.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze instantly falling on his waist.

At this moment, a jade-like foot was gently hooking around her waist.

The jade-like foot on his waist, just like Sang Luan himself, had fair and delicate skin, and the warm touch quickly spread throughout his body through his inner garment.

In an instant, he felt a burning sensation in the spot where someone was hooking his waist.

Feng Hengzhi's eyes darkened slightly, and his deep eyes were instantly tinged with a dark color.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

After a moment of silence, Feng Hengzhi looked away, reached out, grabbed Sang Luan's ankle, and pulled her away.

The strange light in his eyes grew even stronger.

The person on the couch seemed to be in a very good mood for some reason. She clasped her hands together and rested them under her head.

Make rhythmic breathing sounds.

Normally, Sang Luan wasn't very strong, but now that she was asleep, it wasn't so easy for Feng Hengzhi to pull her off him.

No one knows where she got the strength, but she suddenly exerted force with her foot, and her toes happened to hook onto Feng Hengzhi's belt.

Caught off guard, Feng Heng stumbled and instinctively spread his arms out, bracing himself against the edge of the bed.

At that moment, Sang Luan had one foot casually draped over his back, and the instant he sat down, Sang Luan's hand landed on his legs.

A faint fragrance suddenly wafted into Feng Hengzhi's nostrils.

It's a scent unique to women.

Feng Hengzhi's brow twitched violently. He grabbed someone's foot with one hand and someone's hand with the other, and pushed them away without any tenderness.

However, the next moment, the hand he had just pulled away immediately came back up.

In that instant, Feng Hengzhi felt as if he were a bamboo shoot after a spring rain, sprouting up in the blink of an eye. After being watered by the spring rain, the bamboo shoot stood proudly to his side.

The newly sprouted bamboo shoots stand upright, yet they are full of vitality.

Sang Luan felt very uncomfortable under her hands. She pouted her pink lips, pursed her lips, and rubbed them back and forth impatiently.

After a moment, I finally found a comfortable spot and placed my hand there securely.

Feng Hengzhi's face was very ugly, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva without making a sound.

With my eyes closed, I took a deep breath, and when I opened them again, my eyes were much clearer.

A hint of restraint flickered in his eyes.

On a June night, the air still held a hint of heat, which fell evenly on people's bodies.

After staying in one place for a long time, one's whole body gets quite hot, so the person on the couch kept looking for the coolest spot.

Just as Feng Hengzhi calmed down a bit, someone else was still restless.

Sang Luan murmured softly, moved her body away, and used both her hands and feet to put her on Feng Hengzhi.

Feng Hengzhi made no attempt to conceal his impatience.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze inadvertently falling on Sang Luan's small face.

When this woman is sober, she will only follow behind him, calling him "Brother Hengzhi" on the left and "Brother Hengzhi" on the right.

Now, things are much quieter.

Her tranquility made her even more eye-catching than during the day.

She realized that she had inexplicable feelings for someone she disliked.

A surge of anger suddenly welled up in his heart, and he could no longer bear it. He grabbed Sang Luan's foot and gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"Sang Luan!"