Chapter 727: To Our Lost Youth
"Why are you still holding me?"
Huahua pouted, her finger forcefully poking the man's chest.
What made her blush the most was that her waist was tightly clamped between this jerk's legs.
In such close contact, she was just wearing a nightgown.
The faint scent of smoke on the man's body was so mesmerizing, that being so close together, she even doubted whether she might lose her young girl's heart.
After releasing her, Lin Zifeng hurriedly straightened his clothes and stood there calmly, the two glaring at each other.
If looks could kill, the young girl wouldn't know how many times she would have killed him.
"What are you looking at?!"
Huahua glared at him, hands on her hips, seemingly ready to stare him to death.
Stare and you shall impregnate.
"Aren't you looking at me too?" Lin Zifeng said, embarrassed.
"Who's looking at you! Clearly, you were looking at me." Huahua argued.
