"Huff…"
Jiang Feng was all sweaty as he held Ling Feiyu in his arms, lying in the bridal car.
If someone were to give him a cigarette, it would definitely be a heavenly moment for him!
"Are you tired?" Ling Feiyu lay on his chest with a blush.
Jiang Feng caressed Ling Feiyu and stroked her smooth back, then kissed her head with a smile and said, "I'm alright. Sorry about that, wife. I was too rough."
"I'm fine. I like it when you're rough," Ling Feiyu said embarrassingly.
"Come on, let's log out and do it for real." Jiang Feng smiled mischievously.
"Stop joking, husband. Let me be frank with you. It's going to be difficult for you to marry me in reality." Ling Feiyu's expression darkened as her thoughts dragged her back to reality.
Looking at Ling Feiyu, Jiang Feng knew that Ling Feiyu's identity back in reality would be something out of the ordinary.