"Tang Rao, what are you doing?" Seeing Tang Rao's gaze fixed on her bed, Fang Ying immediately glared.
"There's no time." Tang Rao muttered, then grabbed Fang Ying and dashed toward the big bed.
The next moment, Tang Rao dived into the quilt.
"What are you staring at? Lie down." Tang Rao yanked Fang Ying.
Feeling Tang Rao's groping hands on her body, Fang Ying's face turned slightly red. This bastard, always so touchy-feely.
By this time, Fang Ying could also hear footsteps outside the door.
She dared not speak and directly got into the quilt.
Worried that it might look too bulky and raise Tu Sheng's suspicions, Tang Rao could only wriggle Fang Ying's legs apart and hide between them.
Fang Ying's face instantly flushed.
This beast, does he even know what he is doing!
"Creak." The next moment, the door was opened.
"Ying Ying."
"Get out!" Fang Ying cursed directly.
