While speaking, Feng Ling tilted her head slightly backward, lest her head would stick to his chin, and they might look too intimate.
"I don't know what they're doing in the kitchen, but don't you feel embarrassed only separated by a wall from the couple?" The man said, then carried her to the bedroom and put her on the bed.
As soon as her body touched the bed, Feng Ling shrank back, but she had injuries all over and couldn't move too violently, so she just sat in the middle of the bed, looking at the man beside the bed with a defensive look.
Remembering that she was about to take out something in her pocket, Li Nanheng leaned down, and Feng Ling immediately looked at him defensively, but he just took out the cell phone in her pocket.
