Chapter 37
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The little fellow in his arms pushed him softly, without the slightest bit of deterrence. Its pitch-black and moist eyes were suffused with a watery light, which made his heart soften and he was even more reluctant to let go.
Zhao Feng originally wanted to tease him, but he didn't expect that this stupid crybaby rabbit had already become a spirit. He only teased him a few times, and perhaps the other party didn't have the intention to tease him at all. He had already lost his resistance and could only surrender.
This kind of experience was novel and addictive.
They had been together for more than a year, and looking at this similar face made him feel peaceful, but he didn't have any other thoughts. But these two days of getting along completely overturned his previous impression.
Since his identity as a spy was exposed, this boy seemed to have completely let go of himself. He became honest and cute, and sometimes he was like a little crazy. But unexpectedly, he was very rare.
Su Yang saw that his eyes were getting more and more passionate. He gently struggled, but Zhao Feng hugged him even tighter. He quickly pretended to be dizzy and held his forehead. "Brother Feng, I, I seem to be anemic. My head is so dizzy."
Although Zhao Feng knew that he was good at acting, he was still stunned.
He asked, "Really?"
Su Yang didn't answer directly, but pursed his lips and pretended to be uncomfortable. He whispered, "So uncomfortable …"
Zhao Feng couldn't bear to see his weak appearance. A chill suddenly rose in his heart, and his limbs and bones felt cold. He quickly carried him to the bed and covered him with a blanket.
Su Yang's mouth twitched. It was just anemia and dizziness. Was there a need to treat him as a seriously injured patient?
He was cursing in his heart when Zhao Feng deftly put a bowl of freshly stewed carp soup on the bedside. The milky white soup exuded a rich fragrance, but it still couldn't hide the faint smell of Chinese medicine. Su Yang subconsciously wanted to escape, but Zhao Feng stopped him with an unquestionable look.
This man was not a kind person who abided by the law. Looking at his bandit aura, if he was in the old society, he would either be a warlord or a bandit leader.
Su Yang had always been a sensible person. In the face of power, he obediently admitted defeat. He picked up the carp soup and drained it in one gulp.
As soon as he finished drinking, the faint medicinal taste in his mouth had not yet dissipated. Zhao Feng carried a bowl of yam, wolfberry, and black chicken soup to him and said, "Drink another bowl."
Seeing the goji berries and ginger slices floating in the soup, Su Yang felt terrible. He hurriedly covered his mouth and waved his hands. "Take it away. I don't want to drink it. I don't want to drink it!"
"Aren't you going to drink the soup that I personally scooped?" Zhao Chi laughed sinisterly and placed the bowl on the table with a 'thump' sound. Su Yang's heart also let out a 'thump' sound.
Zhao Feng said fiercely, "If you don't finish this bowl of soup, I will do you today."
Su Yang looked at him and bargained, "If I drink it, I won't have to … do that, right?"
Zhao Feng sat on the sofa and nodded. "Yes."
Su Yang asked again, "This, this is the last bowl, right?"
Zhao Feng did not say anything. He just slowly unbuckled the expensive belt around his waist. Su Yang was so scared that his small body trembled. He hurriedly picked up the bowl and poured it into his mouth. As he drank, he secretly observed with his red rabbit eyes. He was afraid that Zhao Feng would not keep his promise and attack him.
Fortunately, bandits had their own principles. Although he held the belt tightly in his hand, he did not take any further action.
After drinking the whole bowl of soup, Su Yang pushed the white porcelain bowl with an orchid base far away. He looked like he could not bear it.
Zhao Feng stood by the bed and stared at his red lips that were stained with soup. Su Yang looked at him inexplicably. It did not matter if he did not look, but when he looked, he was shocked.
Zhao Feng's body bulged from below the belt to above his thigh. It was bulging and seemed to be gradually awakening and growing! In addition, he maintained his previous action of unbuckling his belt. The whole unstable element of society made Su Yang feel a great threat.
Su Yang wrapped himself in the blanket and retreated. However, he was sitting on the bed and could not retreat at all. This action of retreating provoked Zhao Feng's dissatisfaction.
He saw the big boss take two steps forward and grab Su Yang's white and delicate ankle. Without using much strength, he dragged him to his front.
Su Yang kicked his feet wildly, but it was useless under the complete suppression of violence. In the blink of an eye, he was pulled into Zhao Feng's arms.
Su Yang trembled and said, "Brother Feng, I, I suddenly want to drink soup again …"
Zhao Feng smiled gently. There was some gentleness in his black eyes. "You want to drink now? Unfortunately, it's too late. "
Su Yang stared at him with a pair of rabbit eyes. Panic was written in his eyes.
Zhao Feng held him in his arms with one hand and held his slender wrist with the other. He slowly reached out and said, "Don't be afraid. Do you feel it?"
Su Yang was so scared that he closed his eyes tightly. He did not want to look no matter what. He only felt that something against his palm was very hard and hot. He suddenly wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Feel, feel what QAQ?"
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