Liancheng Yazhi laid on Rong Yan's shoulder, feeling a little dispirited. He rubbed the hot half of his face on Rong Yan's shoulder and said in annoyance, " "I feel like there's something on my face that I can't wipe off after she kissed me. It's very uncomfortable."
At this moment, Liancheng Yazhi was a little like a child. He only revealed his thoughts in front of Rong Yan and only relaxed himself in front of her.
hearing this, rong yan's mood suddenly improved.
The corners of Rong Yan's lips curled up. She straightened up and leaned over to kiss Liancheng Yazhi on the cheek. The place she kissed happened to be the red spot that Liancheng Yazhi had rubbed. She asked, "Still dirty?"
Liancheng Yazhi's mood instantly became much more comfortable.
He lifted his chin. no, it's not enough. Kiss Yingluo two more times.
rong yan giggled and hugged liancheng yazhi's neck, pecking his face several times.
