Cheng Yanqiu blushed and felt confused.
I don’t know how many times he went on a brain strike in front of Feng Yin, so he let Feng Yin pull his wrist and get on the elevator like a dream.
It was not until the fourth floor that the elevator tinkled, and Cheng Yanqiu came back to his senses from his ignorant state.
“Hurry up, there is not much time.”
Not much time?
Cheng Yanqiu thought about it and found that it was not much, and it was already past twelve o’clock.
Cheng Yanqiu, who followed Feng Yin, was hot all over, his Adam’s apple slid up and down, and his brain was covered in mud.
Feng Yin just said: Go upstairs, hold him (take off his clothes) before talking.
Take off—
Clothes—
These words turned into hammers, repeatedly hitting Cheng Yanqiu’s numb nerves, causing his smart brain to strike for a while.
As for Feng Yin in front of him, his mind had recovered his intelligence and was anxious to take Cheng Yanqiu back.
This guy came back from a big night. Although he could still stand here, his physical fatigue didn’t disappear just by saying that he would disappear.
She thought, and quickly took her back to give him a medicine bath and then cooperated with acupuncture.
Isn’t it just that medicine baths require taking off clothes?
The two of them thought about the opposite direction, and no one found out that something was wrong.
Maybe, this is the stupidity of love.
Feng Yin skillfully entered the password and opened the door of Cheng Yanqiu’s house.
After entering the house, light up the light.
“You go to the bathroom to wait for me first, and I’ll come soon.”
Cheng Yanqiu’s head was buzzing, and he subconsciously obediently walked to the bathroom.
When the bathroom door was closed, Cheng Yanqiu looked up and saw himself with a monkey butt face.
“I’m back like this?”
“Huhu—relax, relax, it’s no big deal. I can do seven push-ups, it should be almost done, right?”
“Huhu—real, calm.”