C69 Comfortable?

Ye Feng waved the massage stick in front of her eyes, smiling as he looked into her eyes.

Zhou Meng hurriedly blocked her hand, "Die! I still want to cook, I don't have time!"

But now, Ye Feng had opened up the massage stick, the familiar voice made Zhou Meng extremely embarrassed, it was not that she did not like it, but when it was late at night, holding the thing