After dressing as a demon, I accidentally deceived the feelings of my old enemy

Before Feng Ce pushed him away, Wen Bie got up spontaneously.

After getting up, Feng Ce looked around, opened the folded screen, pushed Wen Bie in, and said, "Hide away."

Feng Ce breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around to open the door, and saw Mrs. Hou coming with a maid and a food box.

Feng Ce: "Mother has worked hard, the child is not hungry, so I don't have to work so much in the future."

The madam walked in with a smile, and said with a smile: "It's all your favorite food. After you have a daughter-in-law, it won't be Mother's turn to worry about it."

Speaking of this, Feng Ce suddenly remembered the porridge that Wen Bie brought this morning, wondering if he made it himself.

The maid put the food box on the table and took out snacks and preserved fruits from it.

"After getting married, I went back to Jinling with my father and mother. Yongdu was in chaos, so I couldn't stay long. Today I told the queen that Jia'er and Jin'er are about the same age. It seems that I intend to connect them."

Jin'er is now the princess of Jinling Marquis, and also Feng Ce's younger sister.

"How do you like it, mother?"

Feng Ce sat down and wanted to eat a piece of pastry, but Mrs. Hou clapped his hands and handed him a pair of chopsticks. Seeing this, the servant girl almost laughed out loud.

The madam sighed, and replied to him: "What can I do, the queen also wants Jin'er to come and accompany her more, it still depends on whether Jin'er is willing or not."

Feng Ce: "Jin'er is not ready yet, we can discuss marriage later, and besides, it might be inappropriate for Jin'er to be with the crown prince at this time."

Madam nodded: "That's right, your father said the same thing. He originally wanted Jin'er to come to Yongdu together, but she made a fuss about coming with you earlier."

After finishing one piece of glutinous and sweet pastry, Feng Ce couldn't help eating another piece, and said sharply, "Mother, if Jin'er is with the crown prince, he may be trapped in the harem for the rest of his life."

"Mother thinks the same way. Mother just wants you to live well and be happy in the future. Well, Ce'er, you should go to bed early, and mother will leave first."

Feng Ce got up and sent people out, closed the door, and saw Wen Bie sitting at the table looking at those candied snacks.

Feng Ce asked him: "You made the porridge this morning? It tastes good."

Wen Bie looked at him: "No, you often drink it in the Twelve-tone Pavilion, so you went to buy it."

Feng Ce was not surprised, he washed his hands in the clear water basin at the door and dried them, walked over and sat down, twisted a piece of preserved fruit and threw it into his mouth.

Wen Bie: "Why don't you use chopsticks?"

Feng Ce: "I've washed my hands, and whoever eats these snacks with chopsticks, my mother is here, there is no other choice."

Wen Bie smiled: "Naughty."

Feng Ce: "Do you want to try it?"

"I don't eat," Wen Bie looked at Feng Ce's delicious food, and only wanted to quietly write down these pastries and preserved fruits. He was not greedy, and when Feng Ce asked, he explained, "I'm not hungry."

Feng Ce ate a lot, put them away, and said casually: "It's good to have parents around, don't worry if you're hungry."

Wen Bie looked at him and smiled faintly: "That's not necessarily true."

Feng Ce was rather strange, he glanced at him and saw his smile disappear.

Feng Ce recalled Wen Bie's background in the original book, that he had suffered a lot before going to Shangyun School.

Feng Ce smiled and said, "With you here from now on, I don't have to worry about being hungry?"

Although it was deliberate, Wen Bie was a little happier, nodded, and said, "Okay."

Feng Ce was woken up by the heat at night.

Wen Bie not only hugged him firmly in his arms, but also wrapped him tightly with a quilt, and buried his head in Wen Bie's neck.

Wen Bie was very hot, and with a slight movement of Feng Ce, Wen Bie woke up and looked at him.

Feng Ce pretended to be calm: "What time is it?"

Wen Bie stroked Feng Ce's limp hair on the back of his head with one hand, and replied softly: "It's probably Yin's time."

Feng Ce lifted the quilt and sat up, leaning against the head of the bed to relax, Wen Bie sat up after him, and asked him, "Is it hot?"

Feng Ce nodded, seeing Wen Bie reaching out to embrace him, leaning on him: "Some."

Wen Bie took out a piece of jade from the Qiankun bag and put it in Feng Ce's palm, it was cold, and after holding it for a long time, he felt no longer hot.

Feng Ce spread out his palms and looked at the warm and translucent jade glowing white in the dark like a fluorescent light, and asked him, "What is this?"

Wen Bie replied: "A spring jade. If you feel cold, it is a warm jade; if you feel hot, it is a cold jade."

Feng Ce: "It's a treasure."

After all, he handed it back to Wen Bie. Wen Bie took it and was a little stunned, not sure why he wanted to return it, and then took the silver thread from the Qiankun bag.

Feng Ce watched him hang the jade with silver thread, then took the blood from his left middle finger and dripped it on the jade, only a little bright red, and it disappeared quickly.

Feng Ce didn't know why, and then Wen Bie explained: "If you miss me from now on, just tap the jade twice, and you can call me. I can listen, and I will come right away."

Feng Ce took the Chunyu which was only the size of a loquat, held it in one hand, and tapped it twice with the other hand: "Like this? Did you hear that?"

Wen Bie embraced him again with one hand, and took his hand holding Yushi with the other, and replied, "I heard it in my heart."

Feng Ce suddenly felt like someone who had never seen the world, and looked sideways at him, wanting to thank him, but Wen Bie suddenly moved closer and kissed him on the lips.

Feng Ce was at a loss for a moment, but he quickly realized that he wanted to kiss back to grab a dominant position, so Wen Bie raised his head, and held his thumb with one hand to caress his moist lips.

Feng Ce: "..."

The kiss was not as exciting as imagined, but Feng Ce thinks it is still very good, the warm softness seems to be still on the lips, making one want to stick out the tip of the tongue to taste it.

Feng Ce looked at him comfortably, he asked, "How do you feel?"

Wen Bie: "It's tasteless."

Feng Ce was choked up by Wen Bie's answer, he didn't know what to say, Ben Shuzhan frowned, trembling with anger, he touched his collar, just wanting to grab him and beat him up.

It's true, but it's so humiliating.

Wen Bie held him by the waist and sat him upside down on his hips, held Feng Ce's hand grabbing his collar, unbuttoned his shirt, and then fished his head off to kiss him. This time the kiss was obviously not as gentle as before, even Some fierce.

The back of Feng Ce's head was pressed by Wen Bie, so he couldn't move his whole head.

The protruding tip of his tongue licked Kai Feng Ce's tightly closed lips, slipped in through the gap, and passed through the clenched teeth without much effort.

Feng Ce didn't want to kiss him again, thinking that just now Wen Bie's answer was simply humiliating himself, when the cooled hands touched the warm skin on Wen Bie's chest, he felt a little nostalgic.

Feng Ce wanted to push it away, but Wen Bie's delicate kisses and licks on his lips and mouth gave him a tingling sensation, and all the remaining air in his mouth was snatched away.

Feng Ce compromised.

After the kiss, Feng Ce gnawed many marks on his chest, and his anger gradually subsided, sleepiness hit him, and he fell asleep in his arms.

Wen Bie hugged him, covered him with the quilt, his body was hot, he bit his ear lightly, and said, "It's tasteless, but addictive."

After all, she patted his waist lightly.

When Feng Ce wakes up, Wen Bie is long gone, there are birds singing outside, Feng Ce, who is still tired, sits up, suddenly feels that Wen Bie is like a prostitute, leaving after sleeping, without delay.

This thought made him a little annoyed, and he suddenly lost all sleepiness.

There was a knock on the door suddenly, and Yuwu came in with breakfast and put it on the table: "Your Majesty, why did you wake up today, Madam asked me to bring you breakfast."

Feng Ce was already full of anger, so he replied, "I'm not hungry, you eat."

Yuwu immediately agreed happily, sat down, saw that Feng Ce's face was not quite right, remembered that Wen Bie seemed to have spent the night in the mansion last night, his joy subsided, and he lost his appetite, and asked: "Your Majesty, did you know how to do it yesterday?" You didn't give Wen Bu any medicine, did you?"

Feng Ce: "No, there is no rush now."

Not urgent?Isn't the sooner the better?

Yuwu frowned: "Your Majesty, you don't like Wen Bie, do you?"

Feng Ce put on his clothes and looked at him, with a cold face: "No."

Yuwu: "Then why?"

Feng Ce walked over and sat down: "Have you heard of Playing Hard to Get?"