The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

"COME UP! " Half of Xia Ling's body was almost shattered by Feng Er.

Feng Er did not move.

"What? I ordered you not to move? " Xia Ling repeated, "come up. "

Only then did Feng Er move.

As secret guards, they did not need to have their own thoughts, Feng Er thought.

The two of them rode on the saddle. Xia Ling was in front and Feng Er was at the back. The saddle itself did not have much space. When Feng Er got on the Horse, he could feel the woman relax her body and lean her back into his arms.

With one hand holding the reins, Feng Er's face immediately burned. His long arms passed the woman's side and the woman leaned against him. This kind of behavior was not comparable to him massaging her ankles, but it was not much worse.

He could smell the fragrance of Feng Yan's body. When he lowered his head, he could see her smooth side profile leaning against his arms.

"Don't overthink it. I'm just tired from sitting. " Xia Ling found a comfortable position in Feng Er's arms, leaned against him, and said lightly.

"Yes, master. " Feng Er's face stiffened.

Yes, he was overthinking again!

"Master, sit tight. We have to go back to the city before the city gates are closed. "

Feng Er seemed to have gotten used to this kind of self-indulgence. Every time he felt that Feng Yan treated him differently, she would always be able to let him understand with a few words that what was different was all his misunderstanding of her!

"Well, you'll see for yourself, " Xia Ling said Lazily.

Hearing her tone, Feng Er became more and more convinced that she was not what he thought she was.

In fact, her understanding of him was not even that of a man. She really treated him as a thing... ... So he did not care about the defenses between men and women, and did not care about how she appeared in front of him ...

Feng Er was in a low mood.

Xia Ling was half leaning in his arms. She could hear the hints in her mind that her favorability had decreased continuously.

Feng Er was too bored and kept all his thoughts in his heart.

Xia Ling wanted to be with him. Regarding this return to the general's residence, she already had a plan in mind.

If she told Feng er about the plan, with Feng Er's character, wouldn't he be scared to death, or would he stay far away from her and never see her again?

So, let him misunderstand and suffer first. Without this process of going from bitter to sweet, people would never learn to cherish it.

Before nightfall, Feng Er rushed back to the capital with Xia Ling.

When they were close to the city gate, Feng Er got off the horse and let Xia Ling ride alone.

As the daughter of General Feng, Feng Yan's horse riding was a necessary skill. Feng Er was a secret guard and could not appear in front of others, so Xia Ling did not force him.

She rode her horse into the city and returned to the general's residence.

As soon as he heard that she was back, General Feng went out with the whip in his hand. He was furious.

Of course, the whip could not possibly land on Xia Ling.

He called Feng Er out and made him kneel on the ground. General Feng raised the whip and whipped. The whip was fierce and heavy.

Xia Ling rushed over and blocked Feng Er's back.

"Yan 'Er! " General Feng's eyes were about to pop out. He twisted the whip forcefully, but the force of the whip was already old. Even with his powerful martial arts, he could not stop it.

With a muffled sound, the whip hit General Feng's hand and then hit Xia Ling's back.

General Feng whipped with anger. Even if the force was reduced by half and landed on Xia Ling's body, it was still not something a woman like her could withstand.

Xia Ling staggered a step and lay on Feng Er's back.

The blood on her lips had completely disappeared. She only felt that her back seemed to have been split into two by a great force. It was burning hot.

"Master! "

Feng Er reacted. He did not expect Feng Yan to protect him with her body.

He hugged her and let her lean into his arms.