Sang Luan couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Feng Hengzhi slowly lay down and glared at Sang Luan fiercely.
Sang Luan immediately grinned at him, "Sweet dreams, Brother Hengzhi."
The next moment, she lay down decisively and quickly closed her eyes.
Seeing this, Feng Hengzhi closed his eyes, and after a moment, he fell into a deep sleep.
The candlelight flickered, and the light and shadow in the room were cast on the wall, dyeing the whole room with a layer of color.
The light and shadow reflected on Sang Luan's face, adding a bit of softness to her small face, which was the size of a palm.
Suddenly, a low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the room.
Sang Luan's pretty eyebrows frowned, she opened her eyes drowsily and struggled to get up.
After holding my breath for a moment, I realized that the voice was indeed coming from the master couch.
She hesitated for a moment, but the whispers of the man not far away became clearer and clearer.
She stretched her neck to look forward, and saw that the person on the master couch had his facial features tightly twisted together and looked very uncomfortable.
Without further hesitation, she lifted her skirt, slowly stood up, and walked to the main couch.
She bent down slightly, lowered her eyes, and just looked at the person on the couch.
Feng Hengzhi has deep eyebrows and a high nose bridge. Even at such a close distance, you can still vaguely see the dots of beard on his chin.
She wanted to hear what the other person was whispering, but at this moment, the other person fell silent.
Could it be that she heard wrongly?
Sang Luan yawned and was about to turn around and leave.
However, the moment she turned around, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.
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