Mo Yancheng hugged her and spun her around on the spot.
"Cheng, my Cheng." He called her name in a deep voice and buried his head in her hair. He sniffed the faint fragrance coming from her hair. This feeling was too unreal.
"I'm not dreaming, right?" The man reached out to carry her, walked back to the soft couch, and sat down.
"Yes, yes, yes! I'm not dreaming. " She found it funny.
Mo Yancheng reached out and hugged her tightly. He lowered his head and whispered into her ear. Shen chengjing's face instantly exploded, and her heart started to race.
She touched her face a little embarrassedly, and he couldn't wait to reach out and explore her thigh.
"Uh, we're done for." She had no choice but to confess.
"I'll be there immediately. " When mo Yancheng heard this, he was so happy that he felt as if he had the whole world.
