Zhang Feng was sitting on the edge of the bed, trying hard to control himself from recalling what happened last night.
He completely didn't notice the slightly flushed face of Mu Qianqian looking at him.
In those eyes, there was a complex and struggling expression.
But it didn't last long.
Soon, a firm look appeared in her beautiful eyes.
She bit her lip slightly, and directly lifted her legs, placing them on Zhang Feng's legs.
She also clearly felt a slight tremble coming from Zhang Feng's body.
And it was this tremble from Zhang Feng that brought a hint of surprise to Mu Qianqian's eyes.
In the eyes looking at Zhang Feng, there was also a touch of indescribable meaning.
As if saying, so you're not a stone Buddha after all!
Then, as if further solidifying some belief, the light in her eyes became more definite!
Indeed, Mu Qianqian had been struggling within herself just now.
