Wang Xiaoya looked at his happy expression and couldn't help but frown, wondering if this guy's brain was broken?
At first, she felt a bit embarrassed, worrying she hadn't satisfied Long Fei and that he might feel uncomfortable.
Who would have thought that he didn't care at all and even seemed delighted by it?
She let out a sigh and kicked Long Fei lightly, signaling for him to hand over her bag.
Her temper had been off these past few days; she had a premonition about it.
So, she had packed sanitary napkins and panties in her bag just in case.
Long Fei handed her the bag, and she asked him to turn around while she sneakily slipped them on under the blanket.
By this time, it was already one or two in the morning.
The two of them seemed to have been splashed with cold water, no longer as impulsive as before.
Long Fei turned off the main light, leaving only the night light on, casting a weak glow on the wall.
