"Jiang Feng, you... be honest..."
Feeling Jiang Feng's hand becoming increasingly brazen, Nangong Qingcheng couldn't take it anymore.
The key issue was, his laughter sounded like mockery, making her extremely unhappy.
"I'm ignoring you, I'm going upstairs to sleep!"
Angrily, Nangong Qingcheng forced herself up and was about to head upstairs.
Unexpectedly, she was too hasty breaking free, lost her balance, and was about to fall towards the coffee table.
At the critical moment, Jiang Feng quickly caught her from behind.
However, the position of his grip was a bit too high, and he felt like he was holding something full and soft that his hand couldn't escape.
"Ah, you... scoundrel!"
Nangong Qingcheng felt utterly embarrassed. This scoundrel wouldn't stop fooling around, and if freshly bathed Baili Xiyue came out and saw, she'd have no way to explain!
"Scoundrel, let go!"
