After Shen Chengjing and Mo Qiu finished their conversation, he checked her wound and noticed that it had already healed.
Mo Qiu naturally would not stay for long. After he left, she went downstairs and smelled a familiar aroma of delicacies.
"Uncle." She walked in barefooted and saw his busy back. She suddenly went forward and reached out to hug him tightly from behind.
Moh Yanchen's body stiffened. He looked down at the interlocked hands on his abdomen. A warm current flowed from her body and seeped into his heart. It was pleasant.
"What's wrong?" His throat moved. He swallowed his saliva and placed his big palm on her hand.
Her little face kept rubbing against his back, sniffing his unique scent. "Moh Yanchen, when I have the ability, I will protect you."
"Okay." He turned around, lowered his head and reached out to touch the tip of her nose. "But what you need to do now is to wash your hands and eat."
