C2283 Jiu Zun Fu Huo Qingyang's Wrist(2)

The silence in the room was stifling. Sitting there, Feng Jingyi angrily gritted his teeth until they made gurgling sounds.

As he adjusted his sleeves, Huo Qingyang glanced at her sideways, his voice still as calm as before, as if nothing had happened just now. "What are you doing?"

She turned around and helped him put down some of the sleeves he rolled up, neatly rolled them up