Feng Chenglin looked at Ling Luoyu in his arms and raised his eyebrows immediately, with a smile on his face: "That's... Although I can't compare to you in my cultivation experience, we are the same in terms of the third young master!"

After a pause, he rang something again and quickly laughed awkwardly.

"I mean, I treat her as a brother, as a family member...it's the same as your seriousness with her..."

Mo Xuanchen knew what he meant, and didn't care: "Feng Chenglin, if you have the chance, I really want to sit down with you and have a good drink... and then have a good talk, but..."

He looked up at the sky and suddenly chuckled.

"I have to come back and talk about this luxury!"

He suddenly turned around and stopped looking at Ling Luoyu. His figure appeared a hundred meters away like a ghost.

"Fuck...so fast, I haven't finished speaking yet..."

Feng Chenglin hugged Ling Luoyu and subconsciously chased after him two steps.

But Mo Xuanchen's figure had long disappeared from his sight.

He stood there a little lost: "Mo Xuanchen..."

He lowered his head and looked at Ling Luoyu in his arms, and he gritted his teeth gently.

"San Young Master...you said, what should I do?"

Mo Xuanchen's trip must be full of crises.

Who knows what else will happen!

just in case--

Feng Chenglin felt inexplicably chilling in his heart - what if something happened to Mo Xuanchen this time, and he knew it, but he did not wake up Ling Luoyu, would she hate her for the rest of her life?!

Thinking of this, he quickly put Ling Luoyu down and wanted to wake her up.

But when his fingers touched her, he suddenly stopped.

"If even Mo Xuanchen feels dangerous... wouldn't it be even more dangerous for you!?"

If this is the case, wouldn’t it be like pushing her to hell with your own hands?!

Feng Chenglin quickly stopped, got up in distress, took two steps back, and distanced himself from Ling Luoyu, so as not to wake her up if he was excited and had a bad hand.

"San Young Master... If you hate me because I protect you... then hate me!"

Being hated by her is better than watching her step into danger.

After a moment of silence, Feng Chenglin finally picked up Ling Luoyu and walked towards his residence.

However, from time to time, he turned his head and looked in the direction where Mo Xuanchen disappeared.

"Mo Xuanchen, you must be alive and come back safely... Otherwise, I would be shameless in front of the Third Young Master..."

After returning to the room, after he placed Ling Luoyu, he was so confused that he didn't dare to sleep.

Just sat next to her silently and looked at her sleeping soundly.

It was not until the sky turned white and her eyelashes trembled, as if she was about to wake up that he quickly lay down and closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Ling Luoyu murmured and rubbed his eyes, looking at the unfamiliar room in front of him in a daze.

"This is……"

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Feng Chenglin lying on her side.

"Bang!"

He kicked him under the bed.

"Fatty, why are you lying on my bed..."

Feng Chenglin's face hit the ground, his nose was red and swollen, and he got up with a sore face: "San Shao... Please see clearly... This is my room, my bed..."

"Your room?"

Ling Luoyu recalled what happened last night and jumped up suddenly.

"Why am I in your room? Where is Mo Xuanchen?!"

"What Mo Xuanchen... have you drunk too much?!"

Feng Chenglin was lying beside the bed, speechless.

"You have been with me last night, so let's drink..."
Chapter completed!