"Of course! You can bite, bite all you want, just treat it like a free big bun, even if you bite it to pieces, you won't be responsible, okay." Lin Zifeng patted his chest nonchalantly, but in reality, he was suffering inside. To create the atmosphere, he heavily patted a few times, but it hit his wound, and he could only endure the pain alone.
"What's wrong with you?" Nangong Bing looked at him.
"What's wrong?" Lin Zifeng asked.
"Why did your face suddenly turn so pale? Are you sick?"
Realizing something was off with Lin Zifeng, Nangong Bing hurriedly helped him to the sofa, then ran off to personally pour him a glass of water, personally pouring it, how blissful a pair they are.
Watching Nangong Bing's graceful, classical, yet not losing its seductive figure, especially her tight white jeans outlining those rounded and perky hips, indeed, her allure was limitless.
It's rare for her to wear such ordinary clothes, and indeed it was another kind of charming elegance.
