Mo Yancheng turned around and pounced forward.
"Cheng." He leaned on her side and held her in his arms. He looked down at her and said in a deep voice,""Do you want to play a little more?"
Shen chengjing was scared out of her wits. She bit her lip as she saw the man lying on top of her, keeping a dangerous five-centimeter distance from her.
"Uncle, aren't you tired after a long day?"
"You're already tired?" He chuckled and tied her hair up for her. He reached out to hold her hand and said in a low voice,""Did you do that on purpose just now?"
"What?" Shen chengjing looked at him in confusion, not knowing what he was referring to.
"Cheng, you're so considerate. Didn't you shake my hand just now?" Mo Yanchen bent down and drew closer to her.
The man's breath hit her in the face.
Shen chengjing's heart raced. She pursed her lips and looked at him.
"Uncle, I ... Found the wrong place?"
