Looking at Cui Tingting's cheerful figure.
Chen Feng was also bewildered.
What's wrong with this girl?
He said he didn't have a wife.
Does it really make her so happy?
I really can't understand what these little girls are thinking about every day.
Thinking of this.
Chen Feng also shook his head and sighed, then without thinking much, he returned to his room with his little pillow...
Time passed little by little.
Gradually, it reached exactly one o'clock in the morning.
At this moment, outside was already absolutely silent.
A bright moon, surrounded by stars, hung high in the night sky.
It appeared so round, so bright.
Coincidentally, tonight was the fifteenth day of the lunar month.
It was precisely the time when the moon was round and bright.
Under this radiant moonlight.
Two shadows, one large and one small, climbed out of the window of Wang Xiaohua's house.
It was none other than Chen Feng and his little pillow.
