“Good night.”
Cheng Yanqiu hugged Feng Yin. They looked so good with a perfect height difference.
Feng Yin patted Cheng Yanqiu’s back twice, and the sound was gentle that she had never noticed.
“Extend my hand.”
“Huh?”
In Cheng Yanqiu’s doubts, Feng Yin grabbed Cheng Yanqiu’s left hand, rubbed and pressed Cheng Yanqiu’s palm.
“Is this a massage?”
“Yes, it can give you a good sleep. If I’m not wrong, it should be very uncomfortable to sleep at night.”
Cheng Yanqiu had no idea that a man should be strong in front of women. He nodded very realistically, and even felt a little aggrieved and coquettish.
“Well, I can’t sleep.”
Although Feng Yin did not look up, she could feel Cheng Yanqiu’s hot eyes.
She lowered her head, pressed her hands with moderate force, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.
“You really don’t hide it at all.”
“Why should you hide it? You are my girlfriend, I like it openly.”
Feng Yin finally raised her head and her eyebrows rose slightly.
“Is that so? Then why did I hear this from your mother’s mouth?”
Cheng Yanqiu was so embarrassed that he looked a little shy, with a charming look at the wind and a drunken voice.
“I’m the one with the word “I’m the one”. Feng Yin immediately turned into the posture of a romantic young master. He picked up Cheng Yanqiu’s jaw with one finger and teased him frivolously.
“I like it. “
As he sang and was in harmony, Cheng Yanqiu wrapped his hands around Feng Yin’s waistline, and the distance between them was not far or close.
“I always feel that you have really been a romantic young man. ”