Flight to America.
"I'm saying, can you stop flitting around in front of me? My head is spinning!"
Taking advantage of Lin Wushuang's trip to the restroom, Yang Yifeng, with both hands propping up his chin and looking at Ci Meigui who kept swaying in front of him, said with a headache.
"Tsk, don't be like Lu Dongbin, not recognizing a good person's heart. I'm racking my brains here trying to figure out a way for you to stay alive!"
"A way to stay alive?"
Yang Yifeng, his head full of black lines, had no idea what this crazy girl was talking about.
Who knew that Ci Meigui would still look so convinced and said, "Yeah! You don't know what my mom is like! If she finds out you got my sister without making a sound, even if she doesn't kill you, I'm afraid she would..."
As she spoke, her ill-intentioned gaze kept sweeping between Yang Yifeng's legs, making a certain part of Yang Yifeng suddenly feel icy cold as he subconsciously clenched his legs together.