When Feng Sheng's familiar breath entered her lungs, Luo Yangyang's heart felt dizzy.
She wrapped her little hands around his neck and hugged Feng Sheng as they sat on his lap, kissing each other.
A deep kiss was hard to part with, and the temperature of their bodies rose higher and higher. Feng Sheng's cold eyes had long since lost their coldness and were replaced by a scorching heat that could burn people.
"Baby, we won't go back tonight, right?"
Feng Sheng's kisses landed on Luo Yangyang's slender neck as he murmured softly.
"No, when I…when I came out, Lancelot said that I can't spend the night outside."
Luo Yangyang panted slightly as she lay on Feng Sheng's broad shoulders.
She had never thought about this question. Now that she thought about it, Lancelot, as a man, understood men better. He had foresight.
"Dammit!"
When Feng Sheng heard that Lancelot had blocked his way, he cursed in anger.
