Kissed

"Feng Heng! Let go of me!" Luo Yangyang put her hand on Feng Heng's shoulder and pushed him away.

Luo Yangyang looked at Feng Sheng as she pushed him.

She was not afraid that Feng Sheng would misunderstand. She just hated the feeling of wanting to get close to him but being pestered by someone else.

Feng Sheng looked very handsome in his suit. His aura was even more intimidating under his cold demeanor.

When he was wearing the tunic suit, his aura seemed to have been restrained a lot, and his powerful and terrifying aura had settled down under the tunic suit.

The tunic suit added a mysterious and reserved aura to him, making him look even more unfathomable.

However, in Luo Yangyang's eyes, he was more reserved and reliable, which made her feel more at ease.

When she saw Feng Sheng in his Chinese tunic suit in the bedroom, Luo Yangyang, who had wanted to laugh at him, could no longer do so because she was mesmerized by Feng Sheng.