The legs were retreating, relaxing and closing, and Zhang Xiaoyun's ankle was instantly stuck. Not to mention how awkward the sitting posture was.

"Look at WeChat."

Zhang Xiaoyun bowed with both hands, looking like he begged.

Lin Ning raised his eyebrows proudly and reached into the bottom of the table with one hand.

"Sister Xiaoyun, are you okay?"

It was not difficult to see something in Zhang Xiaoyun's expression. He always paid attention to Dou Tongtong here and said in time.

"It's okay, I'll have a hang out for a while."

Lin Ning put his finger on his feet wearing stockings. Looking at the look that Lin Ning handed over, Zhang Xiaoyun bit his lip and moved forward silently half of his body.

"Let go, what do you want, draw a path."

On WeChat, after Zhang Xiaoyun's news, there was an emoticon pack of pleading.

"Xiao Ning: Take off the socks and give them to me."

"Xiaoyun: I've called."

"Xiao Ning: Bed?"

"Xiaoyun: You are cruel. If you dare to let go, I will take it off. Believe it or not, I will put my socks on the spot and be angry."

"Xiao Ning: Let it go."

"Xiaoyun: Fool, don't you know that women are fickle? Haha."

It’s not too good to feel free again. Zhang Xiaoyun stood up with a smile and proudly posed for his phone.
Chapter completed!