Duan Feihan's gaze darkened slightly, and his throat suddenly became uncontrollably dry.
A gust of wind beneath Duan Feihan's hand, and a square kerchief fell from the sky, landing on Xue Qiu's head, instantly casting everything into darkness.
Duan Feihan suddenly grabbed Bai Chuwei's wrist and walked toward the bedroom.
Xue Qiu: '?'
What are you guys doing?
Bai Chuwei watched the man's back tense up slightly, then suddenly stepped forward, hooked her hand around Duan Feihan's neck, half-hung herself on his body, and breathed into his ear in a suggestive tone, "Hanhan, are you having some impure thoughts?"
Duan Feihan paused in his steps, that sounded so familiar... He had heard it from Bai Chuwei before.
Last time she asked him to hold her, and he ended up driving to a hotel, but that was it.
As soon as Bai Chuwei said this, Duan Feihan knew nothing would come of it.
