Chapter 2424: 2424
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It was the coldest time in March and September, and it was night. The north wind was cutting on her face like a knife. Feng Shaojin hugged the person in her arms and asked in a low voice, "is it cold?"
"It's not cold."
Mo Lingwei is really not cold. She leans on his side and passes warmth through his thick clothes.
She buried her head in Feng Shaojin's chest, and could hear men's vigorous and powerful heartbeat.
A beat, like a drum, hit her eardrum.
Feng Shaojin's chin was on her head, and her voice was low: "if it's bumpy, just say, I'll ride slowly."
Mo Lingjin gave a dull "um".
Back in the camp, Feng Shaojin took her down from the horse's back and all the way to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed.
There is a bean oil lamp burning in the bedroom. The light is bright and dark. Feng Shaojin is out. He lights the kerosene lamp again. The light in the room is brighter.
With water warming in the stove, Feng Shaojin takes a wooden basin from her ear room, pours a little hot water, takes it to the edge of the bed and squats in front of Mo Lingwei.
Mo Lingwei is about to stand up, and her ankle is held by Feng Shaojin: "sit still."
The man's voice was low and deep. He took off her shoes and socks quickly and dipped her white jade like cold feet in the water: "the water temperature is a little high. If you feel hot, just say it."
Mo Lingwei sits on the edge of the bed, looking at the man who is concentrating on washing his feet with drooping eyebrows. Unconsciously, she recalls the words Feng Yichen said in the ancestral hall, and her heart suddenly gets confused.
She picked up her feet and put them on the edge of the basin.
The man is wring the hand of cotton cloth, lift Mou to see to her: "scald?"
"Well, a little." Mo Lingwei wants to say that you don't need to wash it. I'll do it myself. But to her long, narrow and deep eyes, many words are blocked in her throat, and I can't say them for no reason.
It seems that in Feng Shaojin's eyes, it's a very satisfying thing to wash her feet, and there's nothing wrong with it.
Feng Shaojin's big grasp of her feet, with a thin cocoon of the pulp massage her feet.
Mo Lingwei is itchy and uncomfortable. She wants to take back her feet. Feng Shaojin asks, "what's the matter?"
"Itch." Mo Ling Wei hangs her eyes and opens her mouth in a low voice.
Feng Shaojin chuckled, "the sole of the foot is cold and the blood flow is not smooth. I'll just rub it. You can bear it."
A man's strength is not light or heavy. His thin white feet are very delicate. In his palm, they are like an exquisite work of art.
Mo Lingwei's tepid feet gradually warmed up.
After a while, Feng Shaojin touched the water temperature and put her feet in the wooden basin again. "It's not hot. Soak for a while."
He wrung the cotton cloth dry, wiped his hands and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Mo Lingwei asked.
"I'll pour you the lotion." Feng Shaojin took a wooden basin to come over again, poured the water, twisted the washing cotton cloth half dry, and handed it to Mo Lingwei: "it's too late, it's cold, you can simply scrub it and go to sleep soon."
He also made Mrs. Tang cover her in the quilt and wiped her feet clean for Mo Lingwei.
Mo Lingwei cleans her hands and face, covers them in the quilt, and looks up to see feng Shaojin washing her hands and face with the water she used, and soaking her feet.
Feng Shaojin put on her cloak again and went to the study to take over a thick stack of documents and put them on the table.
Looking at Mo Lingwei, she still opened her eyes and asked softly, "can't you sleep with the light on? Or did I disturb you? "
Mo Ling Wei's body moved toward the inside: "don't you rest?"
"Some urgent items need to be dealt with immediately, and then we can have a rest." Feng Shaojin put down the tent, "if you think it's noisy, just say it. I'll go to the study to read it."
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It was the coldest time in March and September, and it was night. The north wind was cutting on her face like a knife. Feng Shaojin hugged the person in her arms and asked in a low voice, "is it cold?"
"It's not cold."
Mo Lingwei is really not cold. She leans on his side and passes warmth through his thick clothes.
She buried her head in Feng Shaojin's chest, and could hear men's vigorous and powerful heartbeat.
A beat, like a drum, hit her eardrum.
Feng Shaojin's chin was on her head, and her voice was low: "if it's bumpy, just say, I'll ride slowly."
Mo Lingjin gave a dull "um".
Back in the camp, Feng Shaojin took her down from the horse's back and all the way to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed.
There is a bean oil lamp burning in the bedroom. The light is bright and dark. Feng Shaojin is out. He lights the kerosene lamp again. The light in the room is brighter.
With water warming in the stove, Feng Shaojin takes a wooden basin from her ear room, pours a little hot water, takes it to the edge of the bed and squats in front of Mo Lingwei.
Mo Lingwei is about to stand up, and her ankle is held by Feng Shaojin: "sit still."
The man's voice was low and deep. He took off her shoes and socks quickly and dipped her white jade like cold feet in the water: "the water temperature is a little high. If you feel hot, just say it."
Mo Lingwei sits on the edge of the bed, looking at the man who is concentrating on washing his feet with drooping eyebrows. Unconsciously, she recalls the words Feng Yichen said in the ancestral hall, and her heart suddenly gets confused.
She picked up her feet and put them on the edge of the basin.
The man is wring the hand of cotton cloth, lift Mou to see to her: "scald?"
"Well, a little." Mo Lingwei wants to say that you don't need to wash it. I'll do it myself. But to her long, narrow and deep eyes, many words are blocked in her throat, and I can't say them for no reason.
It seems that in Feng Shaojin's eyes, it's a very satisfying thing to wash her feet, and there's nothing wrong with it.
Feng Shaojin's big grasp of her feet, with a thin cocoon of the pulp massage her feet.
Mo Lingwei is itchy and uncomfortable. She wants to take back her feet. Feng Shaojin asks, "what's the matter?"
"Itch." Mo Ling Wei hangs her eyes and opens her mouth in a low voice.
Feng Shaojin chuckled, "the sole of the foot is cold and the blood flow is not smooth. I'll just rub it. You can bear it."
A man's strength is not light or heavy. His thin white feet are very delicate. In his palm, they are like an exquisite work of art.
Mo Lingwei's tepid feet gradually warmed up.
After a while, Feng Shaojin touched the water temperature and put her feet in the wooden basin again. "It's not hot. Soak for a while."
He wrung the cotton cloth dry, wiped his hands and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Mo Lingwei asked.
"I'll pour you the lotion." Feng Shaojin took a wooden basin to come over again, poured the water, twisted the washing cotton cloth half dry, and handed it to Mo Lingwei: "it's too late, it's cold, you can simply scrub it and go to sleep soon."
He also made Mrs. Tang cover her in the quilt and wiped her feet clean for Mo Lingwei.
Mo Lingwei cleans her hands and face, covers them in the quilt, and looks up to see feng Shaojin washing her hands and face with the water she used, and soaking her feet.
Feng Shaojin put on her cloak again and went to the study to take over a thick stack of documents and put them on the table.
Looking at Mo Lingwei, she still opened her eyes and asked softly, "can't you sleep with the light on? Or did I disturb you? "
Mo Ling Wei's body moved toward the inside: "don't you rest?"
"Some urgent items need to be dealt with immediately, and then we can have a rest." Feng Shaojin put down the tent, "if you think it's noisy, just say it. I'll go to the study to read it."
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It was the coldest time in March and September, and it was night. The north wind was cutting on her face like a knife. Feng Shaojin hugged the person in her arms and asked in a low voice, "is it cold?" "It's not cold." Mo Lingwei is really not cold. She leans on his side and passes warmth through his thick clothes. She buried her head in Feng Shaojin's chest, and could hear men's vigorous and powerful heartbeat. A beat, like a drum, hit her eardrum. Feng Shaojin's chin was on her head, and her voice was low: "if it's bumpy, just say, I'll ride slowly." Mo Lingjin gave a dull "um". Back in the camp, Feng Shaojin took her down from the horse's back and all the way to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. There is a bean oil lamp burning in the bedroom. The light is bright and dark. Feng Shaojin is out. He lights the kerosene lamp again. The light in the room is brighter. With water warming in the stove, Feng Shaojin takes a wooden basin from her ear room, pours a little hot water, takes it to the edge of the bed and squats in front of Mo Lingwei. Mo Lingwei is about to stand up, and her ankle is held by Feng Shaojin: "sit still." The man's voice was low and deep. He took off her shoes and socks quickly and dipped her white jade like cold feet in the water: "the water temperature is a little high. If you feel hot, just say it." Mo Lingwei sits on the edge of the bed, looking at the man who is concentrating on washing his feet with drooping eyebrows. Unconsciously, she recalls the words Feng Yichen said in the ancestral hall, and her heart suddenly gets confused. She picked up her feet and put them on the edge of the basin. The man is wring the hand of cotton cloth, lift Mou to see to her: "scald?" "Well, a little." Mo Lingwei wants to say that you don't need to wash it. I'll do it myself. But to her long, narrow and deep eyes, many words are blocked in her throat, and I can't say them for no reason. It seems that in Feng Shaojin's eyes, it's a very satisfying thing to wash her feet, and there's nothing wrong with it. Feng Shaojin's big grasp of her feet, with a thin cocoon of the pulp massage her feet. Mo Lingwei is itchy and uncomfortable. She wants to take back her feet. Feng Shaojin asks, "what's the matter?" "Itch." Mo Ling Wei hangs her eyes and opens her mouth in a low voice. Feng Shaojin chuckled, "the sole of the foot is cold and the blood flow is not smooth. I'll just rub it. You can bear it." A man's strength is not light or heavy. His thin white feet are very delicate. In his palm, they are like an exquisite work of art. Mo Lingwei's tepid feet gradually warmed up. After a while, Feng Shaojin touched the water temperature and put her feet in the wooden basin again. "It's not hot. Soak for a while." He wrung the cotton cloth dry, wiped his hands and stood up. "Where are you going?" Mo Lingwei asked. "I'll pour you the lotion." Feng Shaojin took a wooden basin to come over again, poured the water, twisted the washing cotton cloth half dry, and handed it to Mo Lingwei: "it's too late, it's cold, you can simply scrub it and go to sleep soon." He also made Mrs. Tang cover her in the quilt and wiped her feet clean for Mo Lingwei. Mo Lingwei cleans her hands and face, covers them in the quilt, and looks up to see feng Shaojin washing her hands and face with the water she used, and soaking her feet. Feng Shaojin put on her cloak again and went to the study to take over a thick stack of documents and put them on the table. Looking at Mo Lingwei, she still opened her eyes and asked softly, "can't you sleep with the light on? Or did I disturb you? " Mo Ling Wei's body moved toward the inside: "don't you rest?" "Some urgent items need to be dealt with immediately, and then we can have a rest." Feng Shaojin put down the tent, "if you think it's noisy, just say it. I'll go to the study to read it." www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
