"Bad boy! Who praises others like that!?"
Zhuang Meifeng gave Ling Yun a sidelong glance as her slender digits pinched the soft flesh at Ling Yun's waist, expressing her dissatisfaction.
Zhuang Meifeng was known as the Flower of Qingshui. She had a refined and beautiful face that was currently red with anger. Her sexy red mouth pouted. She looked extremely charming.
"That hurts! I admit I'm wrong! I surrender!" Ling Yun smiled at Zhuang Meifeng's pretty little face and held both his hands up in mock submission.
Xiao Meimei squirmed around as she giggled. Ling Yun received a full view of her bobbing chest that was tightly bound in a crimson tight cotton T-shirt. That almost blinded Ling Yun.
"Hurt? Hmph! You didn't even wince the night you sustained such serious injuries," Zhuang Meifeng said tenderly as she thought back to that harrowing night.
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