Feng Sheng's gaze was too deep. It was as deep as an ancient well. He looked at her as if she was a monster.
"Luo Yangyang. Feng Sheng stared at Luo Yangyang, whose wet hair was draped over her shoulders.
He did not know when it had started, but when he muttered the words 'Luo Yangyang', he actually felt happy.
"Yes." Feng Sheng's voice was magnetic and pleasant to the ears.
However, Luo Yangyang looked at him and did not dare to approach him.
Why did she feel that Feng Sheng was acting a little weird tonight?
Feng Sheng looked at Luo Yangyang, who had just finished showering and her face was so moist that water could be squeezed out of it. He said seductively,""Come here."
The little thing's frame was very small. She did not like to wear nightgowns. The loose pajamas on her body made her figure look even slimmer.
The cartoon picture of the Doraemon on her pajamas contrasted with her young face.
Feng Sheng looked at her and felt guilty.
