"Give me your cell phone!" Feng Ling glared at K ferociously.
K pouted his lips at her and pointed to Feng Ling's face with his chin. "Since you've come here with the mask on, it doesn't make any difference if I delete the photo or not."
Feng Ling froze. She didn't realize that she actually ran out with the facial mask on. She turned her eyes, only to meet Nanheng's stare.
"What the hell is that on your face?" Nanheng cast her a strange look.
Feng Ling: "…"
Nanheng reached out to take off the mask from Feng Ling's face. Seeing her face lighten with water, he raised his eyebrows, and his fingers groped at her chin flirtily, only to get a handful of sticky, wet essence on his hand. He immediately swung his hand with a look of disgust. "What the heck is this? Wet and sticky?"
No sooner had Ji Nuan washed her face and followed them over, she heard the complaint of 'the straight man' Nanheng from a distance.
