"Sorry, sorry, sorry!"
Qin Huan, in a panic, quickly pushed herself up, and hurriedly backed away to the other side of the bed.
Just as she was retreating, whether it was instinct or subconscious action, she lightly licked the corner of her mouth.
Suddenly, she blurted out a sentence:
"Feels like it tastes good, I want to eat..."
"What?!"
Upon hearing Qin Huan's mumble, Zhang Feng reacted as if on reflex.
With a sudden "whoosh," he shot out horizontally from the bed.
Retreating quickly to the corner,
covering the part that had just been heavily struck with both hands, he shouted out loud:
"Do you even know what you're saying, Qin Huan?!!!"
"Ahhhhh—" A scream.
Of course, this scream wasn't from Zhang Feng.
Such a feminine, sharp voice clearly belonged to Qin Huan.
Qin Huan really couldn't understand why, it was as if she had been possessed.
Inexplicably led to say those words.
With a "whump!" the blanket on the bed was flipped over.
She dove straight in.
