Luo Fuchun knew that he could not always neglect Sang Luojiu, so he had to turn around with a sad face.

Sang Luojiu smiled.

Luo Fuchun saw his junior brother's expression and knew that he had been ridiculed. He was even more ashamed and angry, and murmured with grievance: "I, I didn't mean it."

Sang Luojiu held back his smile, stepped forward and held his hand, and blamed him, "Senior brother feels so uncomfortable, why are I different from what I said?"

"No, not today." Luo Fuchun whispered, "When I went down, I asked the hall. The Yuquan Sect disciples lived on both sides of us... We... can't do this..."

"Let's go to the wall... and lean against the wall, right in the corner." Sang Luojiu stood up, lay on his shoulder, and whispered to bite his ears, "I'm so angry."

While Luo Fu Chunfu was full of thoughts, he immediately rejected it with integrity: "No, I, I haven't tried this before, it will hurt you."

Sang Luojiu: "Senior brother, just be more comfortable, I'm not afraid."

Luo Fuchun patiently refused again: "No. I don't want you to be heard by others."

Sang Luojiu stood on tiptoe, pressed against his ears, and blew softly beside the pillow: "Then my voice is only for my senior brother to hear, okay?"

Luo Fuchun was stiff for a moment and could no longer bear it. He picked up Sang Luojiu, which made him laugh and slapped on his shoulders, laughing endlessly.

At midnight, the walls kept ringing.

Under the light shadow, a clear shadow crossed his legs around the waist of another shadow, and the two seemed to be integrated.

A thin lamp flower was shocked to fall.
Chapter completed!