Chapter 586 What a Man Has to Do

Seeing Nanrong Huai'an, Feng Sufei was a little surprised. Why did he come so late?

Nanrong Huai'an's eyes were like a mist, and he looked at Feng Sufei deeply, "I will rest here tonight."

Feng Sufei was stunned when she heard this, he... what did he mean?

Haven't they always slept in separate rooms? Why are we together tonight?

Although the two are husband and wife, he has made an agreement and has no obligation as a husband and wife. They are equivalent to a fake marriage, so what is he thinking when he is here tonight?

Because of the various guesses in Feng Sufei's mind, her heart almost jumped a few times, and her expression was a bit unnatural.

Seeing Feng Sufei's silence, Nanrong Huai'an said quietly, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Feng Sufei suddenly returned to her senses, took a few steps back, and let Nanrong Huaian come in.

Feng Sufei asked hesitantly, "You... are you going to sleep here tonight?"

In fact, what Feng Sufei wants to ask is, how will he sleep?

It was because he figured out sharing the bed, but he had made an agreement for her before, and she was mentally prepared. If she suddenly shared the same bed, she would not be prepared at all.

And she felt that Nanrong Huai'an was not the kind of person she wanted.

But there were some things she couldn't ask.

Nanrong Huaian whispered: "There is another bed in the room, I can sleep on that bed."

Feng Sufei breathed a sigh of relief, but she still wanted to cry without tears. Now that Nanrong Huai'an was in the room, she couldn't leave quietly to see the situation on the other side of the cliff.

Feng Sufei could only dismiss the idea.

But the sound of gunfire in the distance still made her blood boil.

Feng Sufei looked into the distance, reluctantly withdrew her gaze, and then closed the door.

She turned her head and walked towards Nanrong Huaian, "Let me help you get to the bed!"

With that said, Feng Sufei was going to help Nan Rong Huai'an. He was not good at walking, and it would be more difficult to get out of bed from the chair. She wanted to help him.

Nanrong Huaian grabbed Feng Sufei's wrist and restrained her movement.

Feng Sufei blinked, not knowing why.

Nanrong Huai'an sighed and said, "Su Fei, some things are for men to do."

With that said, Nanrong Huai'an propped herself up and went from the chair to the bed.

Feng Sufei stared blankly, feeling that even if Nanrong Huai'an was like this, his every move was so elegant that it was pleasing to the eye.

It seems that he is not a bad person, but a peerless exiled immortal who is not stained with red dust.

Feng Sufei recalled Nanrong Huai'an's words carefully, knowing that Nanrong Huaian's self-esteem must be very strong, so she took her hand back.

But just approaching Nanrong Huai'an, the snow-like aura on his body is really easy to intoxicate.

Feng Sufei looked dazed, and felt that it was better to stay away from this man who was full of charm.

She poured Nanrong Huai'an a glass of water, "Drink some water."

After handing the water to Nanrong Huaian, Feng Sufei hurried to her bedside.

But she found that even if she and Nanrong Huaian were on one side of the house and the other on the other side of the house, there was still his clear and snowy breath in the air, and it smelled so good that she couldn't resist it.

Feng Sufei has a feeling of madness.

As long as she thinks that Nanrong Huaian is in the house, she feels a little uncomfortable, and in order to hide her discomfort, she has to pretend to be relaxed, and she can't toss and turn at will like just now.

Nanrong Huai'an Qingrun broke the silence, "The war over the cliff will end in a while."