Jun Xi Qing was still wearing a nightgown, a white gauze skirt, and her pure black hair draped over her lustrous shoulders. Mu Yanfeng suddenly lifted her up and carried her in a circle, her white skirt drew a beautiful arc in the air.
She was so frightened that she quickly used her two small hands to support his handsome shoulders and pulled on his clothes.
At this moment, his deep and magnetic voice rang in her ears, with a hint of a smile. “Miss me?”
Jun Xi Qing was startled. The feeling he gave her was so familiar, so familiar that it seemed like it was not something Mu Yan Feng could give her.
Mu Yan Feng’s personality was modest and mild. Before he fell off the cliff for her, the relationship between the two of them was not so intimate that they would hug and circle each other the moment they met. Now, Mu Yan Feng’s action was very abrupt.
Jun Xi Qing thought of a person, Lu Yeming.
