"Your man is here, you idiot." Ling Jichen kissed Leng Yinuo on the face, took out his wallet, took out a card, and taught Leng Yinuo how to use online banking with his handle.

Leng Yunuo's face is close to Ling Jichen's cheek, his magnetic voice, the faint smell of tobacco on his body, his hands on her waist, her back is close to his chest, feeling his heartbeat, everything is so familiar, so reassuring.

he felt that he didn't pay attention. Ling Jichen asked with a bad smile, "what are you thinking, idiot? Are you thinking about bad things again?"

"you......" Cold words no longer speak, the voice of...