Luo Yangyang was lying on the old bed. Her long hair was disheveled and her face was pale. She looked like a broken doll.
Feng Sheng's heart ached so much that he took a deep breath. When he saw that Luo Yangyang wanted him to carry her, he quickly picked her up."Be good, it's my fault. It's okay."
Ya Quan was helping Luo Yangyang stop the bleeding and bandage her wound. When she suddenly raised her hand to be carried by Feng Sheng, his hand slipped and brushed against Luo Yangyang's neck.
He was pressing on Luo Yangyang's wound, worried that more blood would gush out if he let go.
Therefore, when Feng Sheng picked Luo Yangyang up, he did not dare to let go.
However, as soon as they hugged each other, his hand, which was still pressing on Luo Yangyang's wound, was caught between their bodies.
He stood at the side, and no matter how he looked at it, it looked like he was trying to sneak an attack on Luo Yangyang's chest.
