Shen chengjing hugged his waist tightly and pressed her face against his.""Uncle, don't go!"
Mo Yancheng stretched out his hand and pried her hand away."Shen chengjing, I'm angry."
"I know," Shen chengjing felt that she had made him worry.
Mo Yanchen turned around and sat on the side of the bed. His dark eyes were still and emotionless. He raised his head and looked at her deeply. Then, he raised his large palm and clasped her wrist.
"Ah," he said. Shen chengjing's body leaned forward and she fell on his lap.
The man's large palm wrapped around her body and hugged her tightly! His masculine breath blew on her face. Shen chengjing looked up and saw the man's lips curl up into a faint smile.
"Mo Yancheng, you're doing this on purpose." Shen chengjing said as she patted his arm.
Mo Yanchen reached out and grabbed her wrist tightly.
