Shen chengjing lay on the bed with her eyes wide open. She felt weak all over. She clutched the blanket with her small hands and looked at the night view outside the window.
"Cheng."
Mo Yanchen came out of the cold shower with only a white bath towel around his waist. He was wiping his short hair with the towel. A few drops of water dripped down his tanned skin, and his abdominal muscles were tempting.
"Cheng." He sat by the bed and reached out to stroke her long hair.
Shen chengjing turned her head away and buried her head under the pillow, ignoring him.
Mr. Mo chuckled in a low voice and put the towel aside. He reached out and picked her up along with the blanket.
"Are you angry?"
She turned around in his arms and did not look at him. She looked up at the crystal Light on the ceiling! Hmph, that's still better than looking at his handsome face.
