Leng Yuening's beautiful eyes trembled, looking at Sun Zhe in disbelief.
At that moment, she suddenly felt that the man in front of her was a stranger.
"How come... you have wings?"
Sun Zhe stood in front of her, teasing with a smile, "I think it's pretty cool too."
"Who said it was cool?" Leng Yuening snorted softly, her cheeks blushing. She turned her face away, thinking that men just like to show off in front of women every day.
But quite frankly, those wings are really cool.
Sun Zhe asked, "Do you mind if I hold you?"
"Um... you can hold me."
Sun Zhe bent down, hooking her soft silk-clad legs with one big hand. As her knees bent, the subtle silk wrinkles beside her legs transmitted through his palm, causing his Yang Qi to suddenly stir uncontrollably.
But at this moment, Sun Zhe didn't think too much, using his other hand to embrace her slender waist, effortlessly lifting her horizontally.
