Chapter 67: Help send a love letter

"So massage me now."

Han Shangcheng pointed to his shoulder and looked at Tang Xinxin as a grandfather.

This guy!

I want to beat him up!

"Wouldn't my shoulders be so sore if I hadn't carried you back last night!"

Han Shangcheng looked at Tang Xinxin in disgust.

That's because she's more responsible for massaging herself.

After listening to Han Shangcheng's words, Tang Xinxin, who had a reluctant face, finally climbed onto the sofa behind him.

Of course she won't forget what happened yesterday.

Somehow he appeared at that time and saved himself. She really cherished the feeling of being protected.

So eventually...