She was like a little boat floating on the ocean surface and after a long time, finally entering the harbor.
When Mo Yongheng was finally done, Zheng Yan was so exhausted she had already curled up into a shrimp-like position and was murmuring curses of "jerk" and "liar" at him while snuggled up under the covers.
She did not even have the energy to lift a finger.
But, remembering what he had said earlier, she could not help but mutter from time to time, "You're a liar… you're not Big Brother…"
"Mo Yongheng is a jerk…"
"You bullied me… I don't want to play with you anymore… even if you give me chocolate, I won't play with you…"
Her memories were all jumbled up.
She could not even distinguish between Mo Yongheng or her Big Brother, or rather, she felt something different.
Mo Yongheng was hugging her and his slender fingers brushed against her brows.
