Listening to Qin Yafeng's words, Leng Muchen laughed softly and said, "Bing Bing, do you mean that I have something to do with you and take this name for granted, and the doctor will not be grieving anyway, will you?"

"You... Don't talk nonsense. Who wants to have that with you? Qin Yahuang glared at him unhappily. "You just woke up, and you don't want to think about some messy things."

Leng Muchen held her in his arms. "Fang, I mean it."

As soon as he finished, his lips were on her lips.

"Hmm... Muchen, No. Qin Yafu knew that her self-control was not enough, especially to Leng Muchen, she...