Kazami blinked, "I'm sleepy."

She looked at her phone, "It's past ten o'clock, of course I will be sleepy."

Lu Zexiao rubbed Fengjian's hair with the tip of his nose, feeling her breath, "Shall we go downstairs?"

It's not that Feng Jian doesn't want to accompany Lu Zexiao, it's just that she always has a strange idea in her heart that there is a limit to the time that two people can be bored in a lifetime, and after it is used up in advance, there will be no passion.

She wants to divide these greasy times evenly, and then keep a distance and keep it fresh.

Feng Jian insisted on this idea and shook his head, Lu Zexiao looked at her reluctantly, "Why?"

She thought it would be ridiculous to say this reason, but she really thought so, she didn't want to say it, she was afraid that Lu Zexiao would overthrow her idea.

It feels a bit unfulfilling to be conquered and compromised by Lu Zexiao every time.

Feng Jian insisted on shaking his head, Lu Zexiao immediately held her face, and kissed her forcefully.

When the two kissed, Feng Jian felt uncontrollable in her heart, and she was picked up by Lu Zexiao and returned to the bedroom.

There was no light in the bedroom, and the room was very dark. This kind of contact was as exciting as a veil.

Only a little bit of light came in through the veil, Lu Zexiao let go of the wind, and gradually forced her to the side of the bed, he took a step, and she had nowhere to stand, so she could only fall down on the bed.

Lu Zexiao quickly pressed Fengjian's body, "Stay here?"

At this time Lu Zexiao actually asked this question, Feng Jian replaced his answer with silence, unexpectedly he asked it again.

Maybe he wanted this feeling of Kazami opening his mouth to compromise.

"Um?"

Facing Feng Jian who didn't speak, Lu Zexiao's hand gently slid across her cheek, and went down all the way to the shoulder and neck.

Kazami felt a little numb from his actions, and couldn't help shivering.

She couldn't bear Lu Zexiao's actions, so she could only nod her head, and finally made a sound.

Lu Zexiao was very satisfied to hear such a reaction, and he began to slowly take off Kazami's clothes.

But he still didn't forget the few letters thrown in the trash can. In the room, when he was doing intimate things, he was discussing something with Feng Jian at the same time.

"What did you say?"

Feng Jian's mind couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and he couldn't hear Lu Zexiao's words clearly.

She pushed his body, "Say it again."

"write me a letter."

Feng Jian could hear clearly now, but she just didn't think it was what Lu Zexiao said, "What do you mean, really?"

"Um."

She stretched out her hand and made a rectangle, "You mean to write a letter with pen and paper?"

Lu Zexiao kissed Feng Jian's lips, "Give it to me before six o'clock tomorrow afternoon, it will determine your fate tomorrow night."

"ah?"

Feng Jian was a little confused, but when her mind and body calmed down, she understood that this was Lu Zexiao's jealous revenge for those few letters.

She looked at Lu Zexiao who had fallen asleep in disbelief, wishing to blow his brains out.

I just wanted to do it, but I was afraid that the consequences of waking him up would be unbearable. I was the one who suffered the most, so it was not difficult to write a letter.

...

Early the next morning, Feng Jian watched Lu Zexiao go out and found a book from the study, which was one of the few novels she bought when she was here.

She was sitting on the table facing the door looking for material, when suddenly she heard a knock on the door.

Kazami immediately put the book under the table, and asked fearfully, "Who?"