Rong Yan felt an itchy and numb feeling on her neck, as if there was a light static electricity running across her skin.
Rong Yan twisted her body and said, " I'm thinking about my Yingluo. I thought that since the house was already tidied up, I had to get someone to carry him over. You were the one who said it. This time, it's all thanks to Yingluo. If it weren't for the fact that you couldn't come back safely, I think he's my husband's Savior. I can't let him come to my house as a guest. In the end, I have to squeeze in with Natsume to sleep in the laboratory. Isn't that a little too unfair to him? "
liancheng yazhi's breathing was rapid, and the temperature on the surface of his skin continued to rise. he felt that he was about to lose control of his body, so he quickly pulled up rong yan's clothes. " and then, yingluo? "
