Ah ze glanced at the little thing, put on his shoes, and walked out.
"A-ze." At this moment, a petite figure ran forward, jumped onto his body, and hung herself around his neck.
Ah ze was dumbfounded when he heard mo Zitan's voice.
"You, why are you here?" It was four in the morning.
Mo Zitan was in her pajamas, hanging in ah ze's arms. She acted coquettishly and refused to let go.
Ah ze supported her by the butt and carried her back into the room. After turning on the light, he placed her on the bed. She acted coquettishly in his arms and refused to let go.
"Ze, I miss you." Mo Zitan was an independent woman, but she was very dependent on ah ze when it came to love.
Ah ze let out a long sigh and pushed her away forcefully. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched as she ran over without even changing out of her pajamas.
"I can't sleep at home." Mo Zitan lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong.
