It was a night of torment until midnight.
Shen chengjing reached out and played with the man's muscles.
"Chen, are you asleep?" Shen chengjing called out softly.
Mo Yancheng lowered his head and looked at her. He then said in a hoarse voice,""No, I didn 't,"
Shen chengjing rolled over and got up. Lying in his arms, she lifted his chin and asked,""I was just thinking about ah ze, he ... Why aren't you back yet?"
When she mentioned ah ze, her eyes darkened. She didn't know why, but she felt a little uncomfortable.
Mo Yanchen looked at her and sat up, half-lying on the bed.
"Uncle, it's been a week. Did he really not contact you?" Shen chengjing asked carefully, paying attention to the man's expression.
Mo Yanchen raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"What do you think, Cheng?"
The two-edged model's words aroused Shen chengjing's inner desire. She climbed up again and looked at him face to face, looking into his silent eyes.
"There's something fishy. "
