Feng Xin's eyes could not help but become playful, looking at Guan Yu, picking on his brows, and laughing: "Is it not habitual to live or miss Xiaojuan? By the way, there is a tender feeling, the sickness has not yet been well, I want to go to the gentle countryside ah."

Guan Yu scratched his head embarrassingly. He really had a little meaning. He didn't sleep with Du Xiaojuan's little feet in his arms for a few days. He was very missed. Besides, he really had nothing wrong with him. He just pretended to be wrong again.

Feng Xin rolled her eyes and said in a slightly vinegar tone,...