ot be used to sunbathing." 。The young man raised his glasses and looked over. 。Because of the steam from the hot springs, those eyes seemed to be slightly affected and became moist. 。He showed a hint...Ning Shu couldn't help but be slightly taken aback, glancing at the crowded guests in the Ning family's main hall.

I couldn't help but frown, afraid of being seen, and I instinctively took two steps back. "Young Master..."

The general lowered his eyes, his movements tightening beneath them. He pulled the young master closer to him, an unyielding stance, bending slightly, a wave of scorching heat rolling over him.

Ning Shu couldn't help but press against the man's chest, clinging to him in an extremely ambiguous posture.

The general's cold belt just pressed against his lower abdomen.

He extended the hand clad in a white glove, lowering his head slightly. He gently tugged with his lips. Then he inserted his long fingers into the young master's mouth. His deep blue eyes held a touch of aloof coldness and indifference, unhurried.

"Uh...."

The young master, taken aback, widened his beautiful phoenix eyes in surprise. His breath became a little ragged as he instinctively resisted the general's perverse and vulgar actions.

Fu Sian reached out with his other hand, gripping the smooth and delicate flesh of his neck.

Her thin eyelids glistened with a sliver of icy indifference.

Miss Yang seems to be looking for you.

Ning Shu frowned slightly, a hint of discomfort on her face. She looked at Jun Ye's expressionless face, but his ink-blue eyes were fixed on her without blinking.

The general gently pinched his chin.

The young master's eyes were slightly red-rimmed.

Her phoenix eyes sparkled with a touch of allure.

The harder Ning Shu struggled, the more punitive General's movements became.

From any corner of the grand hall or the adjoining parlor, they seemed to be engaged in a close and friendly conversation, like that between Fu Shaoshuai and Ning Siye. Yang Feifei thought so too.

She widened her eyes, searching for the young master's figure.

When he saw the two figures talking outside.

Yang Feifei lifted her skirt and walked over.

Fu Sinian leaned against the window, and she could only see the young master's shirt on one side.

Yang Feifei asked politely and gracefully, "Is Ningning there"

She tiptoed slightly, wanting to look past.

The general slightly turned his face, raised his hand, and lit the cigar in his grasp.

Yang Feifei noticed the other person's ink-blue eyes drooping slightly, their gaze falling on her. It brought a dangerous chill, just staring at her so nonchalantly, then lowered their head and bit down on the end of the cigar.

Smoke-filled.

The soldier's voice was low and cool as he asked, "Ms. Yang, is there something you need"

Yang Feifei's impression of Fu Shuyuan only existed in the legends from Linhai. It was said that Young Master Fu was ruthless and emotionless, not even recognizing his own relatives, who he could betray at any time. He climbed to this position, nobody knew how much blood stained his hands, nor how many enemies he had made along the way.

She looked at the man's handsome face.

It is said that Fu Shaoshuai's great-grandmother was German, so he inherited one-tenth of foreign blood. In the whole Linhai, Fu Shaoshuai is actually the dream lover of the entire Linhai.

This face is pretty, but Yang Feifei felt at this moment like Alice dancing on the tip of a gun.

"I want to find him."

Yang Fei Fei's gaze strained towards the patch of clothing, she couldn't help but raise her voice, she believed Ning Shu wouldn't abandon her, her future fiancee.

The general lowered his head slightly and exhaled a plume of smoke toward the young master.

"Young Master Ning Si, Miss Yang is looking for you. Are you going to go with her"

Ning Shu had heard Yang Feifei's sweet voice even before she got close. He could even picture the girl standing by the window, talking to the soldier, perhaps leaning in a little closer.

You can see the scene of the soldier putting his hand over his mouth.

Toying around at will.

The general lowered his head slightly, taking out a finger that was wet with saliva. Then, he pinched the man's chin and leaned in, sweeping across his face.

Ning Shu almost couldn't stand.

"Ms. Yang is asking you a question."

A faint scent of tobacco lingered on the general's breath.

Ning Shu couldn't help but retort, turning her face slightly away.

He was filled with fear and panic.

It's unimaginable that Fu Sinian would do such a thing in front of Yang Feifei.

He couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, his voice a little hoarse as he said, "... Miss Yang, I'm not very convenient right now."

Yang Feifei seemed to hear something amiss.

She couldn't help but show a puzzled expression.know how long he had been there, sitting with his knees pulled to his chest.It seems like a long time has passed, yet it also feels like no time at all.Then he heard a series of knocks on the door out...