Kapitel 119: The Tyrannical Man's Order

"Yangyang." All Feng Sheng could smell was the fragrance of Luo Yangyang's hair.

He rested his chin on the top of her head and hugged her obediently.

"Yes." Luo Yangyang blinked her big obsidian eyes a few times, feeling even more uncertain.

Feng Sheng rarely called her by her name, and it was even rarer if he did not use her surname.

She was a little scared.

The Saint Ascension Hoop held Luo Yangyang in its arms.

He held her hands gently in his big palms. Feng Sheng looked down at her small hands that were wrapped in his palms. He felt a sense of satisfaction.

After his state of mind had changed, it turned out that just hugging her quietly like this felt so good.

"Did you hear what I said just now?"

Feng Sheng played with Luo Yangyang's slender fingers one by one.

The little thing's fingers were very long, but they were very thin, as if they would break with a slight bend. They were so fragile that one could not help but want to protect them.