C870 How Can You Do That to Me

"No, no, face." These were the three that popped up in Zhang Enjing's heart, so she blurted out.

Jin San was not a person who cared about face. His skin was unusually thick.

He sat on Zhang Enjing's bed and refused to leave, "Hey, I'm just shameless. How can you do that to me?"

"I can't do that to you. Sit still." After Zhang Enjing finished speaking