Really, if Ma Xiaotong hadn't already moved her hand from touching Zhang Feng's cheek to his shoulder.
Zhang Feng would definitely have taken off on the spot by now.
Zhang Feng's face was already stiff.
He still hadn't figured out a way to solve the Special Ninth Bureau's problem.
And now Ma Xiaotong is giving me another problem?!
Looking at Ma Xiaotong's expressionless face.
Zhang Feng braced his hands on the bed, slowly scooting backward, trying to put some distance between him and Ma Xiaotong, while murmuring softly:
"Um..."
"Xiaotong..."
"Did you forget something?"
"It seems... just a few hours ago, you told me... you said you didn't want to leave, and just wanted to cuddle without going further?"
Ma Xiaotong nodded, "That's right, that's what I said."
Zhang Feng swallowed a gulp of saliva and said:
"Then, what are you doing now..."
