"Hiss... What is this?" Fei Jiang felt something jab his waist and winced in pain.
He pulled out the object, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Miss Mo, why do you sleep with these boxes around you?"
"..."
Forgot to put them away last night.
"What's inside?" Fei Jiang wanted to open a box, but suddenly everything went dark.
The hand Fei Jiang held the box with gradually relaxed, and the box fell silently to the carpet, its contents rolling out.
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"Knock, knock—"
Someone knocked on the door.
The two entwined on the bed paused simultaneously, Chuzheng looked towards the door with some impatience.
Fei Jiang's blurry gaze gradually cleared; he found himself completely defenseless against her.
Her touch seemed addictive...
This phenomenon was not a healthy one.
The knocking continued as Chuzheng sat up, her hands resting on the man's chest.
