Li Nanheng, raising you is enough, do you still ask me to raise pigs?

The second half of this sentence is nothing wrong, but the first half makes Li Nanheng's eyebrows jump and he stops the action of flirting with water on his body.

Then he suddenly smiled meaningfully and looked at her: "Come here."

Seeing the man's eyes that were smiling dangerously, Feng Ling's fingers were still hooking the front hooves of the little wild boar. Listening to the little pig's screams, he said firmly and decisively: "Can't get over."

Li Nanheng immediately looked at her with his eyebrows squinted. Feng Ling continued to tease the little wild boar that was already anxious and kept calling. He was about to help it untickle the rope, but Li Nanheng walked up from the stream at this time.

The man was naked and his trousers were wet, but it did not affect the man's handsomeness at all. He walked over and said, "You dare to put her on. If you don't roast it tonight, I'll bake you and eat it."

Feng Ling's subordinates paused and gave him a blank look: "Even if I get a bunch of wild boar meat in front of you, you should eat me as long as you should. It seems that one night you can let me sleep peacefully in bed."

As she said that, she pointed to the little wild boar again: "And it's too small. It's less than half a month since birth. If you want to eat fresh and tender meat, you will get the size. This kind of meat is not fresh and tender, but it's too tender and not delicious at all."

Li Nanheng looked at her condescendingly, narrowed his eyes and said, "Then do what I said, raise it first, raise it before eating."

Feng Ling twitched: "I don't have enough food in normal times, so why do I have to raise it? Even if humans live at the top of the food chain, they will have feelings for what they raise by themselves. How could they eat it?"

"If you don't eat it, keep it. There is also a living thing around you, which can help you relieve your boredom."

"...Is there still few living things in this jungle? Why don't I catch a few non-toxic snakes and come back to raise them later, so that they can sleep under our beds every day?"

Li Nanheng snorted, leaned down and held her chin, and kissed her hard on the lips again. When Feng Ling was kissed so dizzy that she almost sat on the ground, she said hoarsely: "It's okay, if you like it so exciting, I'll accompany you."

Stimulate?

“…”

Is it such a stimulation of raising snakes under the bed?

I felt a chill after thinking about it!

Feng Ling quickly patted his hand: "I don't want to! Raising one of you is enough. I don't raise the others. Let's put the little wild boar away and we eat something else."

The man saw that she insisted on letting go, but he had no objection.

Feng Ling quickly let go of the front hooves of the little wild boar. The little thing screamed twice again, and turned around and jumped far away. The thing was not running like a poultry. The wild boar was born with a very fast speed. The reason why Feng Ling was fast was that when he was a child, he had to have a very fast speed in order to eat in the jungle, otherwise he would not be able to catch anything.

"Don't you wash?" Seeing that the man didn't take the little wild boar seriously, he kissed him again as if he was still feeling unsatisfied. She raised her hand and blocked her: "It's full of sweat!"

Li Nanheng laughed, remembering that he had been busy for a long time in the morning and was sweating all over. Her body was clean and fresh. He kissed her on her lips again, but this time he tasted it lightly and did not go too far. Instead, he went back to the Qingxi River to take a shower.

This clear stream is very shallow, and many places are only a depth of more than ten centimeters. The deepest part is where he is standing now, but it is only barely high to the man's waist. The man stood there, leaning backwards on the shore leisurely, and picking up a piece of grass in his mouth to hold it in his mouth.

Feng Ling looked at it for a while, walked over, lifted the water and deliberately got it on his head. The man didn't hide, but just asked with a teasing question: "What? I want to help your husband take a shower with my own hands?"

What a husband who doesn’t have a husband? Feng Ling still doesn’t have the nerve to call him seriously.

This man talks about his little wife every day.

Moreover, she leaned in his arms before going to bed these nights and asked clearly that the reason why Li Nanheng had never explained to her the matter of marrying a tomb of clothes was because the Feng Li family had an agreement that no one could know that the Li family had married the Feng family's tomb of clothes within three years. After all, this kind of thing seemed too incredible to outsiders. In order to respect a dead child and not let others spread gossip, it was necessary to abide by the three-year agreement, not to marry other women within three years, nor to explain this inexplicable marriage.

But this is just a verbal agreement between the two families, and it is not really a marriage. Moreover, for Li Nanheng, they only marry a few clothes she wore when she was a child.

But he shamelessly called his little wife all day long, as if she completely belonged to him.

She lifted the water on his head again, looking at some old wounds behind the man that were not too obvious but could also be seen. These less obvious scars were not ugly on him. A man, a man who came out of the base, had few old scars on his body, which was absolutely impossible. People do not live in the fairy tale world, and no one is invincible. Occasionally, some injuries are inevitable.

It's just the gunshot wound behind his shoulder...

Feng Ling stroked his hand to the position of his gunshot wound. He used a dagger to help him remove the bullet here. At that time, the man was sweating so much that he was sweating but didn't say a word. At that time, he was protecting her in his arms in Boston to help her block the bullet. Later... he was obviously weak, but he still showed up when she was almost besieged, just like a god descending.

Her fingers were stroking her for a long time. When the man saw that her hand was not leaving, he rubbed her gently repeatedly. He knew what she was thinking, and raised his hand and pressed her hand there: "If you want to take a shower, come down and wash together. Don't secretly take advantage of me behind."

"Who takes advantage of you?" Feng Ling slapped his hand again, and at the same time lowered his head on the shore behind him and looked at the grass in his mouth: "You have never smoked since you came here. Is it because you are addicted to smoking?"

The man did not answer directly, but just leaned back casually, looked at the tiny light that sprinkled from the dense leaves above, and responded lightly: "Yes."

"I see how many boxes of travel bags you brought, but why haven't you smoked them all the time?"

The man curled his lips lightly, leaning on him, saying leisurely: "It is not safe to smoke in the jungle, and... this place was the place where you lived when you were a child. It was too clean and had too many memories of you. You cannot be contaminated by any foreign thing, even the second-hand smoke released is not enough."
Chapter completed!