C472 Tasteless Compatibility

On the balcony, Zhao Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead. Tugging wasn't tiring at all. Although Zhao Feng only had one hand that he could use, it wasn't a complicated affair.

However, Su Yinyue's was too alluring. Zhao Feng didn't want to blaspheme this poor woman anymore, so he could only recite the Buddhist scripture in his heart with all his might.

"Phew, there's still three days