Chapter 1605： Fox Fairy and Little Monk (31) (2/2)

But this is not to blame him. In the previous life, his eyes were awkward and he looked at the fish head as a pearl, but he forgot that Xi Zhi had been following him. She knew everything about him. He thought that Xi Zhi could not see Feng Yue as a woman What happened.

”I only have you in my heart and live forever.” Peng Yue quietly took Xia Qiu's hand again and whispered.

Married couples outside the boudoir are not acceptable, but Peng Yue has been in love with Xia Qiuxiu for the second time under broad daylight.

There is a kind of feeling I like, just watching her, I can't see enough, I just can't help it ...

I knew that outside the boudoir, this hand in hand was probably the boldest thing Peng Yue had done. Xia Qiu knew that Xia Qiu was satisfied.

”Damn.” She smiled slightly, looking at Peng Yue, his eyes were full of his shadow.

They were loving and loving, and Feng Yue was blocked by Xiao Qian who was sitting beside her.

I knew in the heart that Xia Xizhi was ridiculing that she was no different from Yahuan, but she knew it was so. Feng Yue looked at the fish in front of her, and her chest was stuffy, and eating fish was like chewing wax.

She was put down by Xia Xizhi and Feng Yue also understood that this woman was not as simple as she thought!

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Feng Yue knew that he could not please him in Xia Qiu, and carried Xia Qiu to Peng Yue every day to brush his sense of existence.

Today, the moon is good, and Peng Yue is invited to sing poetry together; tomorrow I will be inspired and draw a picture for Peng Yue to appreciate.

Peng Yue was miserable, hiding away from Feng Yue.

But Feng Yue, as if she didn't know it, was complacent about what she made, and Peng Yue's appraisal made her feel that Peng Yue didn't understand it.

For example, when watching the villagers in Pengjia Village go down to cultivate the land, Feng Yue chants ”Compassionate Farmers”

A millet is planted in spring and 10,000 grains are harvested in autumn. There are no idle fields around the world, and the farmer still starves.

Poems are good poems, but when Peng Yue heard it, she sweated on her forehead, and conscientiously told Feng Yue that she should never pass on this poem to the outside world.