She wanted to touch him, but she was afraid of hurting him! Her voice trembled as she said,"have you ever thought about what if ..."
"There won't be a" what if. "" Mo Yancheng knew what she was thinking. He pushed her away and let her sit on his lap. He touched her face and saw that she was crying.
"Besides, it doesn't hurt. Cheng's crying made me hurt. What's good about that?" Mo Yancheng said in a deep voice as he wiped away her tears with his fingertips.
"Pfft." As Shen chengjing listened, she cried and laughed.
She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, her small face buried in his arms. She listened to the man's strong heartbeat, felt the rise and fall of his breathing, and felt his hot body temperature.
"Alright! You can go back first later. " Mo Yancheng said.
