The silver-haired man's breathing stagnated. After slightly covering his important parts with his clothes, he looked up at Chen Yan and said coldly, "Turn around."
Chen Yan did not get angry when she heard these commanding words, but slowly turned around, leaving him alone.
Seeing this, the silver-haired man quickly put on his clothes, but the design of the clothes was a bit complicated. After he tied the belt, he found that he looked a bit out of place.
He loosened his belt and tried to put it on again.
But after thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't dress neatly.
Just as his brows were furrowing more and more, a figure suddenly came into his sight, accompanied by a faint fragrance.
It makes people feel inexplicably safe.
She walked up to him and reached out to help him tie the complicated straps.
Her fingers were long and flexible, moving between the straps, and every movement seemed so graceful and natural.
During the whole process, she still didn't say a word, but just silently focused on the things in her hands.
The silver-haired man lowered his eyes and looked at her, an indescribable ripple in his heart.
He looked at her serious expression and her slender fingers dancing between the straps, and something in his heart seemed to be touched.
When she took the black and gold embroidered fox belt from him, his hand trembled slightly.
She took the belt and put her arms around his lean waist.
The distance between them instantly closed, so close that he could even feel her breath gently brushing his neck.
At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.
Quickly, she helped him tie the belt.
Chen Yan raised her eyes and met the silver-haired man's slightly confused and inquiring gaze.
But the next moment, the silver-haired man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he took a step back somewhat unnaturally, putting some distance between himself and Chen Yan.
Chen Yan asked, "Do you still remember who you are?"
The silver-haired man was silent for a moment after hearing this, as if he was thinking about something.
"do not you remember?"
Hearing Chen Yan's voice, the silver-haired man raised his eyes and stared at the young woman in front of him, his gaze falling on her face.
"Who are you?"
His tone was cold, with a hint of defensiveness and distance.
"Chen Yan. Your future Taoist partner." Chen Yan's voice was still calm.
When the silver-haired man heard this, the coldness in his eyes reappeared.
He said sarcastically, "Do you think I will believe you?"
Although he had lost many memories, he had a vague sense of his identity. How could he become a Taoist partner with a human?
This is absolutely impossible.
Chen Yan stared at him, "Why don't you believe it? Feng Xingyao."
When he heard the three words 'Feng Xingyao', the silver-haired man's eyes changed.
His name is 'Feng Xingyao'?
Does she really know herself?
Chen Yan was not someone who acted irrationally or was depressed. She said rationally, "You are just the incarnation of three soul fragments now. I can understand that you have lost some memories."
Three soul fragments?
The silver-haired man frowned slightly. What did this mean?
The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt.
Chen Yan saw that he was in a bad state and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Immediately afterwards, his body became somewhat vague, as if he could not maintain his shape.
Chen Yan's face changed slightly. She wanted to reach out to feel his pulse and find out his current physical condition, but he raised his hand and brushed it away.
"Don't touch me!"
He glanced at Chen Yan with a cold look.
"You..." He was about to say something, but before he could finish his words, he heard a 'bang' and his whole body seemed to be pushed down by a huge force and slammed onto the bed in the cabin.
His head hit the hard bed board hard, and a sharp pain came over him, making him frown slightly.
When he came to his senses and tried to struggle to get up, he found that Chen Yan had sat on his waist and abdomen without him noticing.
Her body was pressed against his, and he could even feel her body heat through her clothes.
She leaned over, stretched out a hand, and pinched his chin tightly, forcing him to look up and meet her gaze.
"I don't like your attitude."
The silver-haired man was treated so rudely by her, and he was about to take action -
Soft lips pressed against his.
His pupils shrank slightly.
Shocked!
He reached out to push her away, but for some reason, he couldn't muster any strength. Instead, she pressed his hands against the headboard with her hands crossed.
He was forced to endure her kiss.
Crazy, violent.
The silver-haired man stared at Chen Yan in shock and anger. He tried to turn his head away, but Chen Yan pinched his chin even tighter.
She bit his lips deliberately, as if to vent her anger.
The silver-haired man's breathing became completely disordered.
After an unknown amount of time, his hands were released.
But he didn't notice it and was still forced to endure Chen Yan's kiss.
Those feelings that were sometimes stinging, sometimes gentle, and sometimes crazy made him sink gradually.
The soul seemed to resonate with her.
His eyes became a little blurry, and he unconsciously put his arms around Chen Yan's waist, tightening them continuously.
Hot, very hot.
Suddenly, Chen Yan stopped, her lips became red and swollen, and there were even a few small bite wounds.
Her breathing was rapid, her heart was beating wildly, and she lowered her eyes to look at him deeply.
He was already very good-looking, and now he was even more charming.
His silver hair was scattered on the bed, his handsome and enchanting cheeks were flushed, his eyes were blurred, and his lips were redder and brighter. He instinctively leaned forward to kiss her.
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