Mo Yanchen hugged her tightly, his dark eyes landing on her small face. The moonlight shone in from the window, and Shen chengjing turned her head away in embarrassment under his burning gaze.
"Uncle," She called out his name in a daze.
She felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, so she pressed her face against his chest to avoid his gaze.
"Uncle, don 't." She placed her small hand on his chest and said in a low voice.
A certain man reached out and hugged her tightly. Looking at the awkward little woman in his arms, he could not help but chuckle softly.
At this moment, the air in the room was getting thinner and thinner ...
"Cheng." He cupped her face in his hands and stared at her deeply with his dark eyes that were as bright as the night sky! His eyes were filled with a strong desire, and his voice was so hoarse that it was intoxicating.
