You…Bastard!

After Feng Sheng finished speaking, he turned over and pressed Luo Yangyang onto the small bed.

"Don't! Don't do anything rash. The soundproofing in this room doesn't seem to be very good."

Luo Yangyang, who was being pressed down, immediately changed her grip on Feng Sheng's little hand and pushed it against his chest.

One night before Feng Sheng came, Luo Ye had been singing loudly in his room. She had heard everything.

It was late at night. If she and Feng Sheng made too much noise and Luo Ye and Lancelot in the room next door heard them, they would definitely be killed.

Especially since Lancelot was her father. This was not good. She would not be able to face anyone in the future.

"The soundproofing isn't good?" Feng Sheng was a little troubled when he heard that. He would not be able to enjoy himself if he did that, but it was not a big problem." It's okay. I'll just be gentle.""