Yupo pursed her lips.
She opened her lips slightly, wanting to say something else.
However, as soon as he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.
Her eyes flickered, she lowered her head, and retreated silently.
The people around her suddenly quieted down, and Sang Luan couldn't help but straighten up.
A fresh fragrance with a hint of coldness suddenly rushed into Sang Luan's nostrils.
Suddenly, two more hands appeared around her waist, holding her tightly in their arms.
Sang Luan raised the corner of her eyes slightly and took the hand of the person behind her.
"Don't move." Feng Hengzhi's unique voice sounded in Sang Luan's ears.
He placed his head on Sang Luan's shoulder, moved his whole body slightly, and said in his throat, "Let me hold you like this."
After he finished speaking, he seemed to feel uncomfortable in the current position. He raised his head, changed his position in an instant, and rubbed Sang Luan's neck.
Sang Luan paused, and her raised hand just stopped in the air.
The next moment, Feng Hengzhi slowly sat down, holding Sang Luan's waist with his hands, but did not move.
After a while, the sound of even breathing came from beside me.
Sang Luan turned sideways and glanced at Feng Hengzhi.
Fell asleep?
Sang Luan slowly lowered her eyes. The other person's hands were still holding her tightly, and his head was resting on her.
Her eyes suddenly fell on Feng Hengzhi's eyelashes.
As she looked at him, she reached out her hand as if possessed and gently touched Feng Hengzhi's eyelashes.
It was dense and long, not much different from hers.
Perhaps feeling the sudden touch, Feng Hengzhi blinked his eyelashes.
A different touch instantly came from the fingertips.
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