Ma Xiaotong looked at the warm pack in Zhang Feng's hand.
Blinking with innocent eyes, she opened her cold little mouth and bluntly said:
"A heating stick, so you won't feel too cold later."
Hearing this, Zhang Feng's expression instantly froze!
What heating stick?
What do you mean by "so I won't feel too cold later"?
Why would I feel cold?
I....
"Snap!" Zhang Feng reacted reflexively, tossing the warm pack in his hand onto the bedside table.
He then scooted over on the bed, distancing himself completely from the cozy warm pack!
Then, with a stiff expression and slightly pale face, he looked up at... Forget it, better not look.
Ma Xiaotong looked too beautiful, too tempting now.
If Zhang Feng hadn't felt like he'd been to the mountaintop before, maybe he could have resisted.
But now, he'd seen enough, and even noticed he'd turned purple-red while bathing.
So... he couldn't look, absolutely couldn't!
So, he lowered his head and looked at his shoelaces, saying:
