Chapter 556

"Do you really like me?"

Zhang Feng saw Yi Yun's serious face, so he asked Yi Yun with a serious expression.

"Yes, I like you!"

"Would you like to consider breaking up with your fiancee and staying with me?"

Yi Yun smiled back to Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng looked at Yi Yun with a puzzled expression. He didn't know what Yi Yun wanted to do now.

When Yi Yun saw that Zhang Feng hadn't spoken for a long time, she smiled faintly, and then said softly, "come on, sister, don't joke with you. There are so many rich and handsome people pursuing me. How can I like you..."

"Ha ha..."

Zhang Feng couldn't help smiling after hearing Yi Yun's words, and then he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Sometimes Zhang Feng is really worried that if Yiyun really likes herself, there will be some trouble.

Yi Yun looked up at the time, then whispered to Zhang Feng, "it's getting late. You'll spend the night at my house today. I'm going to have a rest!"

"Good!"

Zhang Feng nodded directly. He didn't want to leave.

After all, after tossing all night, Zhang Feng had no strength to continue tossing.

"Good night!"

When Yiyun saw Zhang Feng promise to come down, she waved a small hand at Zhang Feng, and then turned around to leave.

"Ah..."

But at the moment when Yiyun was ready to turn around, Yiyun suddenly gave a cry, and then the whole person lost his balance and fell directly towards the tea table.

"Be careful!"

When Zhang Feng saw that Yiyun was going to fall down, he reacted very quickly. He directly put his hand around Yiyun's thin waist and hugged Yiyun into his arms.

"Are you okay?"

Zhang Feng puts Yiyun on the sofa and asks Yiyun softly.

"Nothing..."

Yi Yun replied faintly, with a look of pain on her face, and then said softly to Zhang Feng: "I seem to have sprained my foot..."

"You're wearing slippers. How can you sprain your feet?"

Zhang Feng was stunned for a moment, then quickly looked down at Yi Yun's ankle and found that Yi Yun's ankle was really red at this time.

"Before jumping into the river, I sprained my foot once, but it wasn't very serious, so I didn't take it seriously. I didn't know why it suddenly became serious!"

Yi Yun said softly to Zhang Feng.

"Why didn't you say it?"

Zhang Feng reluctantly replied, and then continued: "although it's not a big deal to sprain your foot, if you don't deal with it, it may not be good for a month..."

"So serious?"

After hearing Zhang Feng's words, Yi Yun couldn't help exclaiming, and then continued: "I'll go to the crew to shoot in a few days. Will it affect my filming?"

"Now try if you can walk by yourself!"

Zhang Feng said softly to Yi Yun.

"Let me try!"

Yi Yun whispered back, then slowly stood up and slowly tried to walk.

But Yiyun found that her ankle hurt badly and she couldn't walk at all.

"Can't go..."

Yi Yun turned her head and looked at Zhang Feng, gently shook her head and said.

"That must be very serious!"

Zhang Feng replied in a low voice, and then said softly, "first lie on the sofa and I'll press it for you..."

Yiyun turned her head and looked at Zhang Feng. She couldn't help hesitating. Finally, she listened to Zhang Feng and lay on the sofa.

After seeing Yi Yun lying down, Zhang Feng took off the slippers on Yi Yun's feet directly.

Yiyun's little feet are very delicate, as if they could drip water.

Zhang Feng couldn't help looking more, and then gently massaged Yi Yun's white feet.

"How about the strength?"

Zhang Feng asked softly.

"OK..."

Yi Yun quickly nodded, and then asked Zhang Feng in a worried tone, "Zhang Feng, when can I get better?"

"I don't know. Your current situation seems very serious. I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow morning. Now I can only help you simply knead it to make the congestion on your feet melt away and prevent it from aggravating!"

Zhang Feng said to Yi Yun in a serious tone.

"You still know this?"

Yi Yun turned to look at Zhang Feng and said with some surprise.

"I just learned a little at school, but I don't particularly understand..."

Zhang Feng explained.

"Will you make it serious for me?"

Yi Yun seemed a little distrustful of Zhang Feng and asked with a frown.

"Don't worry about this. I'm still very confident in myself. I'll just help you knead and melt the congestion..."

Zhang Feng replied faintly, then gently picked up Yi Yun's little feet and rubbed them very gently.

When Zhang Feng's hand touched Yi Yun's weak and boneless leg, an extremely delicate touch instantly spread to Zhang Feng's heart. The soft feeling made Zhang Feng have the impulse to lower his head and bite.

Zhang Feng couldn't help taking a deep breath and calmed his excitement.

No way, Yi Yun's legs are so charming!

Even people without foot fetishism can't help but feel excited when they see it.

Yi Yun naturally didn't notice the difference of Zhang Feng. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it quietly.

Zhang Feng's technique is quite good, which makes Yi Yun feel very comfortable, and her exquisite feet bend from time to time.

"Unexpectedly, Zhang Feng's technique is so powerful..."

Yi Yun couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart.

However, at this time, Zhang Feng's strength suddenly began to increase.

Yi Yun subconsciously bit her lips and tried not to make any strange noise.

No way. Zhang Feng's technique is so powerful that Yi Yun has an impulse to shout.

"Is this strength OK now?"

Zhang Feng was also controlling his mood at this time and asked Yi Yun in a low voice.

"Yes..."

Yi Yun blushed and whispered back to Zhang Feng.

After Zhang Feng heard these two words, he stepped up his efforts again.

"Ah..."

Yi Yun couldn't help shouting.

Although Yiyun had been under control before, she couldn't control it at all because of Zhang Feng's efforts.

After shouting, Yi Yun's pretty face seemed more ruddy.

Zhang Feng was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly asked Yi Yun, "did my strength hurt you just now?"

"No... no..."

Yi Yun quickly shook her head.

At this time, Yiyun was very worried about Zhang Feng stopping, because the feeling just now was too comfortable. She hoped Zhang Feng could massage all the time.

"Does it really matter?"

Zhang Feng looked at Yi Yun and continued to ask.

"No..."

Yi Yun shook her head again.

Zhang Feng was relieved to hear Yi Yun's words and began to continue massaging.