" sob, sob, sob, sob. hubby, are we going to die here? "
when the arrows were almost done, master rong and fourth master mo hid in a relatively safe corner. leng rongrong leaned into mo linyuan's arms and rubbed against fourth master mo crazily, acting coquettishly.
jian shen, who was in the opposite corner, felt as if he had been struck by lightning. he weakly turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and shone it in leng rongrong's direction.
he seemed to really want to confirm whether the person who fell down was lord rong.
would lord rong make such a sound?
"what are you doing?" as soon as she turned her head, lord rong's soft voice suddenly became fierce. she glared at the direction where the light came from and stared at jian shen with a murderous look.
"i just wanted to make sure ... that the person who came in was not leng rongrong." jian shen looked at leng rongrong. " that ... wuwuwuwuwu sound was made by you? "
