It would have been better if she had not said anything, but once she did, the boy was even more insatiable. He raised his eyebrows and simply got up from the sofa, his arms wrapped around her and held her in his arms. The next second, she suddenly felt her body become light. ah! Qing 'er screamed, and then she realized that it was the boy who had carried her up. She quickly put her arms around his neck and rolled her eyes at him.
Ah Yao rubbed her forehead and smiled again. He turned around and placed her directly on the sofa. Of course, he also bent down his body.
By the time Qing 'er reacted, their positions had completely changed. Ah Zhen's left hand was caressing her face, and her right hand was on the back of the sofa, holding her in his arms.
"Hello, Yingluo."
Qing 'er glared at him and was about to object, but the dissatisfaction that was about to come out of her mouth disappeared when she met his black eyes.
