Since Gao Hong had shared a bed with Qiao Fei in competition yesterday, the mental shackles had already been unlocked.
Even, she found that cooperating with each other was quite fun.
Especially when Qiao Fei caressed her, Gao Hong felt a very special sensation.
Qiao Fei giggled, "Sis, does Ziyang like bellybands? He likes you!"
Gao Hong's heart burst with joy, but she still felt a bit embarrassed to say, "Fei, according to you, all the women around Ziyang are as beautiful and delicate as you. I'm just a rustic village woman, and I'm afraid he'll grow tired of me over time!"
Just as Qiao Fei was about to speak, she saw Chen Ziyang walking up from behind Gao Hong.
Chen Ziyang cheerfully put his index finger to his lips, signaling Qiao Fei to stay silent.
Qiao Fei immediately understood.
Gao Hong was still looking down, a bit anxious about gains and losses, but the next second, she suddenly let out a startled cry.
"Ah!"
A coolness spread beneath her.
