"All right!" Zhang Yang is in a bad mood. Seeing Zhao Zihan's white and tender feet, he grabs them.

"ah! Ah! Why are you so rude? Can't you be gentle? " Zhao Zihan frowned and gently scolded Zhang Yang.

"you take care of me!" Zhang Yang glances at Zhao Zihan, then directly clamps her two wrists with her arms, clenches her fists and presses them hard in the center of her feet.

"ah! What a pain! " Zhao Zihan's face is painful. He stretches out his hand to grasp Zhang Yang, frowns and says, "don't be so hard, be gentle, be gentle."

“……” Zhang Yang doesn't speak or listen to...