"Did you promise me?"
Zhang Feng thought what Ma Xiaotong said seemed to turn the world upside down.
Ma Xiaotong's voice came through with surprise and delight.
Her tone was still cold and flat, of course.
But aren't Zhang Feng and her kindred spirits?
So he could feel her emotions.
"Thank you, big brother!"
You're still saying thank you, for crying out loud?
And that wasn't all she said.
Ma Xiaotong actually pulled on the bed with both hands and sat up.
Then, she lifted her dress and started dealing with this Balenciaga.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Feng's pupils instantly dilated, and he gasped.
Then, with a "pop," he tightly grabbed Ma Xiaotong's icy little hands, saving the life of Balenciaga, and quickly said:
"Xiaotong, I know what you mean, and I understand your needs!"
"But, right now is not appropriate, really not appropriate!"
Ma Xiaotong, clueless, said to Zhang Feng:
"Why isn't it appropriate?"
"It's just a little cuddling, what could be inappropriate..."
