"Yaoyao, give you a chance, and give me a chance, let's say goodbye to being single, and work together to create a better future!" Leng Haofeng didn't know where he recited such a classic line,
Damn, Leng Haofeng is not in pain and he still has the heart to memorize his lines. Yaoyao must give him a good "consolation"...
Yaoyao jumped up from the bed and reached out to slap the pelvic floor with evil intentions. The spiked ball thing pierced deeper...
"Ah..." Leng Haofeng finally realized the pain and couldn't help but moaned,
"Does it hurt? Oh, it's all stabbed into my body..."
Yaoyao asked very innocently, and did not forget to describe the facts she saw to Leng Haofeng: "There are so many dense thorns..."
Leng Haofeng's handsome face was grim, with cold sweat covering his face in pain: "It hurts! Nangong Yaoyao, did you do this on purpose?"
Yaoyao shook her head casually: "I didn't mean it! Don't accuse me falsely!"
Leng Haofeng looked at the thorns all over his body with tears in his eyes, and his eyebrows became tangled.
Yaoyao looked at Leng Haofeng's appearance and felt a little gloating... No way, Leng Haofeng always bullied her before.
At this moment, Leng Haofeng is playing the confession game again inexplicably. He probably doesn’t even know why he is pursuing Yaoyao!
"Nangong Yaoyao, you better not do it on purpose!" Leng Haofeng said to Yaoyao with a hint of threatening warning,
Yaoyao made a face indifferently! Did she do it on purpose?
But on the surface, Yaoyao still spoke to Leng Haofeng in a very humane manner: "Leng Haofeng, are you in pain?"
Leng Haofeng casually glanced at Yaoyao, stretched out his hand tremblingly to grab the prickly ball from his body.
Yaoyao said casually: "I don't feel any pain!"
Leng Haofeng had a gloomy face and said in a frustrated tone: "I didn't stab you, of course you said something sarcastic!"
"Oh, it turns out you're in pain, let me help you!" Yaoyao stretched out her hand, grabbed the basin, and broke it several times.
"Ah..." Leng Haofeng groaned a few times, and the cold sweat on his forehead hung down his handsome face, shining, shining...