Chapter 387 Shiyao's Heart

"Yanfeng!"

Seeing that he fell to the ground unconscious, Chen Shiyao quickly grabbed his body and found that his breath was weak. She just fell asleep and was a little relieved. He muttered, "He said don't go to the hospital... Should I call an ambulance? He is so seriously injured that I'll treat his wound first..."

Yesterday, Yan Menglin put the trauma supplies on the stage and did not use it. Chen Shiyao did not think about why he took herself into this mansion. She helped him to lie on his side and carefully cleaned many wounds on his body. Because she was too scared, her movements were extremely light, and the whole process lasted for a long time.

Gradually, Chen Shiyao felt that his breathing became short and his skin turned a little red. She reached out to his forehead, touched it hot, and was immediately shocked.

"Oh no, he has a high fever!"

Chen Shiyao had studied some medical science and mistakenly thought that he was seriously injured. She hurriedly turned out the antipyretic liquid from the medicine box to feed him. At this time, the long-closed eyelids suddenly opened slowly, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Ah!"

Chen Shiyao was shocked and instinctively stepped back a few steps, and her face was full of shock. She has seen these eyes twice, one in the final stage of the hero fantasy trial leader boss dwarf Macbanis, and the other is when killing the resource boss, but it was all in the Garden of Eden. She subconsciously understood this horror scene as a special effect of the game, and now she sees these eyes with her own eyes. Appearing on Yanfeng's handsome face, she had a deep sense of fear in her heart, and more worried.

"You...you..." She opened her little mouth and couldn't say a word for a long time.

At this time, Yanfeng's head was dizzy, and he only felt dry and hot all over his body, as if he were in the stove. The previous battle made him consume too much internal strength and stimulated the blood poison in his body. Now the injury on his body is heavier than the previous ones, and the blood flame breath finally broke out completely. The erosion effect instantly spread to every blood vessel in the body, and the hot desire soared in the body, constantly impacting his consciousness.

"Shiyao, get out of here..."

Yan Feng remembered the scene of the last invasion of Yan Menglin. He was afraid that he would make an irreparable mistake again. He maintained the last trace of consciousness and stumbled out of the nursing room.

"Yanfeng, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Shiyao was worried that he would have an accident and quickly chased him out. She can't be afraid of those eyes, and she doesn't care about the secret of his body. The only thing she cares about now is his safety.

"Don't follow me!" Yan Feng almost roared back at her, and his fiery red eyes seemed to devour her.

Crossed the hall, went to the second floor, and then walked through a long corridor. Yanfeng returned to his familiar room and rushed into the bathroom to twist the flowers. The cold water sprayed on his body, and the patch on the wound on his chest and back was washed away, but the feeling of dryness and heat did not ease at all. At this time, Chen Shiyao shouted eagerly from outside the bathroom, "Yanfeng, what's wrong with you?"

This voice was delicate and crisp, and it seemed to be full of infinite charm at this moment, drowning his last trace of reason.

"Roar!"

Yan Feng roared and rushed out, pushing her weak and delicate body into the big **, and the drops of water from her broken hair fell on her pale face.

"Yanfeng, are you in pain?" Chen Shiyao was not afraid, but deeply uneasy about his current situation.

"chi——"

The blood-stained dress and underwear were roughly torn, and Chen Shiyao's delicate ketone body was completely presented in front of him. The delicate red lips, the snow-white and pink jade neck, the crisp and exquisite shoulders, the skin is like condensed, warm as jade, and the white jade rabbit on the chest is jumping. The soft light of the artificial moon halo outside the window flowed back and forth along her crystal pink face, outlining the two collarbones into an extremely moist half arc, and the weak lotus root arm against Yanfeng's chest was so tender that it almost dripped water, all of which stimulated the nerves of Yanfeng's desire.

"Yanfeng, you..."

Chen Shiyao's concerned words were not finished, and her little mouth was blocked by her hot soft lips, and a wonderful feeling of electric shock spread all over her body. Under this kiss, her soul fluttered. During this period, she fantasized about the feeling of being kissed by Yanfeng several times when she fell asleep. She knew that she was unconscious now, but she felt his hot kiss and couldn't help but want to respond. The soft arms gently put his arms around his neck, and his fragrant tongue spit out gently, allowing him to enjoy this gentleness at will.

"He cares about me, he has me in his heart..." In her mind, she recalled his gentleness to herself in the past, and the scene when he desperately blocked darts for herself and hugged herself to escape desperately. She closed her eyes in a daze without any struggle. There was only infinite tenderness in her heart, hoping that the two would become one. .

Yan Feng, who lost consciousness, seemed to feel her excited heartbeat. The faint jasmine body fragrance completely released the desire in his body. Like an evil dragon beast, he tore off her pure white underwear covering her lower body and pressed her whole body.

"Yanfeng, my heart will always belong to you!"

There was a tingling pain in Chen Shiyao's beautiful star eyes. At the same time, a voice also sounded in her heart, like a vow imprinted in the depths of her soul.

The sound of falling red dots, delicate | the sound of gasping and moaning for a long time.

The dry heat of Yanfeng seems to find a vent. After that, it slowly calmed down and fell asleep on the soft and delicate body.

Chen Shiyao bears the weight of his body. The charm of her delicate face disappears, and there are tears of happiness hanging in the corners of her eyes. She feels the warmth of his chest with her broad back and waist. Her jade hands gently stroked his sweaty skin, and there are ripples in her heart, and she really wants to sleep. But he remembered that the people in the studio were still looking for his whereabouts and pushed him to the side reluctantly.

It was not until this time that Chen Shiyao remembered the injury on his body.

"Injury?"

Chen Shiyao carefully touched his chest, but was stunned to find that the wound that had been pierced by the long sword had disappeared, and he is now even in breath, not like he has been seriously injured at all.

"Am I dreaming?"

After all, she is a virgin. Just now, Yanfeng's movements were too rough. As soon as she sat up, she felt that her lower body was still stingling. She reached out and touched her skin full of kiss marks and felt so real: "I'm not dreaming..."

She looked around and found that the dark room was decorated with a simple and elegant atmosphere, with a unique taste. Judging from the decoration and furnishings, she guessed that this was a room for an unmarried man.

"Is this his room?"

When I came, I was too panicked and didn't think about it. Now when I recall the scene of Yan Feng running from the nursing room to this room before, it was clearly like being in his own home.

"Home?"

She was very strange to her sudden idea. Yan Feng came from Xinzhou. How could her home be here? But why is he so familiar with this place? She grabbed the quilt and surrounded **, walked to the desk softly with some doubts, took a notebook from the bookshelf like Yan Menglin, and finally turned to the diary downstairs.

"Yueru?"

Seeing the name that appeared in the diary, her body trembled, and a bad foreboding surged into her mind, and then the more she read it, the stronger the feeling became. Although she doesn't know much about Han Yueru, Li Tianhao and others, she knows the shocking changes of the Yang Group two years ago. The "Dad and Mom" described in the diary are Mr. and Mrs. Yang Zhenhua.

"Yan Feng... Yang Feng... No, no... He is from Xinzhou, it can't be Yang Feng..."

At this moment, she became confused and tried her best to persuade herself to guess wrong. In fact, as early as after the Entertainment City met the Han Yueru sisters, she took care of Han Yueru and browsed the relationship description of Luo Shen's followers on Han Yueru and Yang Feng two years ago in the Eden Forum. In recent days, she has seen Han Yueru sitting in a gazebo near Haiyaju, and vaguely guessed that Yanfeng and The relationship between Han Yueru is not as strange as it seems.

Looking at the content of the diary page by page, her eyes were full of tears, "da" fell to the paper, blurred the neat and atmospheric handwriting on the top, and finally fell on the photo frame on the table. She put down the diary with trembling hands and picked up the photo frame. When she saw the sunny boy in the photo who looked a little similar to Yanfeng, her heart seemed to be hit hard, and her mind buzzed.

What she was most afraid of became a reality.

"It turns out that his heart has always been with her..."

Many of the questions that had been confusing her finally found the answer. It turned out that he always took off his helmet in the Garden of Eden, and his sense of distance between cold and hot for himself came from this!

From heaven to hell, the happiness in her heart gradually faded, replaced by endless bitterness.

He once said that don't give up easily in the face of any difficulties. Should I strive for my own happiness?"

She was originally weak, but she gradually showed a strong side in her heart in the encouragement of Yan Feng. Looking at Yan Feng, who was sleeping, her eyes were a little more resentful and unwilling, but deep in her heart, even if she knew Yan Feng's true identity, she would not regret accepting him, and she was willing to do all this.