1658 Feng Yun Sweet

His waist would hurt?

Yun Hu hadn't felt it yet. He just felt that a certain someone was really as slow as ever in this aspect.

"Come up first." His voice was calm.

Lin Feng leaned over, revealing an attractive arc. Probably because of his fair skin, he wanted to hold him even more.

"Let me tell you, I specialise in helping…" Lin Feng just came up and could barely finish his sentence.

The person who was originally lying there with a pale face, exerted strength, he turned over and pushed against him, his breath splashing onto his ear. "Didn't I say you can ask me directly if you want to train your skills?"

Lin Feng noticed that he was about to do something and stretched out his hand, but when he saw his pale face, he was afraid his strength would hurt him.