The jet-black hair still smelled of shampoo, and his thin body was still so cold. Leaning against Luo Yifeng made him feel very comfortable, and he just wanted to hold her like this for the rest of his life and never let go. Luo Yifeng's hands unconsciously moved around Mo Yan's body. In an instant, Luo Yifeng pushed Mo Yan away again. Mo Yan's face was flushed, and Luo Yifeng suddenly stopped kissing, leaving him at a loss.