"You're not going back to your room?"
Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow at her.
"I can't sleep alone."
Feng Jiuge said boldly, walked over to the bed and sat down, leaned against him, her breath fragrant: "Yang Cheng, the Jiang Family also has a swing."
She curled her lips into a mischievous smile and pointed to the swing in the courtyard.
"What? You want to play?"
Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow.
"I want to try it with you on top."
Feng Jiuge directly sat on his lap, reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, exuding enchantment.
"Isn't it stimulating enough in the cemetery, why insist on playing on the swing?"
Yang Cheng held her waist, bowed his head, and pecked her lips.
"It's different, just indulge me."
Feng Jiuge puffed her lips, discontented, and her small hands began to caress him back and forth.
"This is the Jiang Family, we're guests, we can't be so unruly. If someone sees us, it'd be inappropriate."
