Who Are You Holding Hands With?

"What should we do? But I want…" Feng Sheng's hand stopped moving, but his hot lips moved to Luo Yangyang's ear.

His low and hoarse voice seemed to have a magical power to it. When his hot breath blew into Luo Yangyang's ears, her small shoulders shrank unconsciously.

Luo Yangyang's face was red and she did not dare to meet Feng Sheng's gaze."Settle it yourself."

She didn't know what to do. She only knew that the Feng family's old residence was too dangerous. They couldn't do anything reckless.

"Settle it yourself?" Feng Sheng automatically understood it as 'think of a way to solve it yourself.' A smirk flashed across his cold eyes." You said so yourself."

Luo Yangyang immediately sensed that something was wrong.

However, before she could react, Feng Sheng carried her and shifted his feet a few times. Both of them fell onto the soft bed.

Meanwhile, Luo Yangyang was pinned down by Feng Sheng.