Mo Yancheng was 28 years old this year, but he had gone through many hardships. He was not like the young master in his imagination, who was full of love and affection! He had never relied on the mo family to get to where he was today. Instead, he had climbed up step by step on his own.
"Sleep, I'll hold up the sky." He reached out to carry her and casually moved to her side.
Shen chengjing lay in his arms silently, but she couldn't fall asleep. The calmness of the day only slowly surfaced in her heart when night fell. Actually, to be able to beat someone up like that, how much courage did she need to go against her own conscience? at this moment, her small hands were nervously clenched into fists. She rubbed her head in his arms, not daring to close her eyes.
He suddenly reached out and hugged her from behind. His arm crossed her body and held her small white hand tightly.
