Mo Yanchen reached out and hugged Shen chengjing.
He lowered his head to look at her. When he saw her delicate little face, her face blushed, and her clear almond-shaped eyes looked up slightly to meet his.
"Cheng." Mo Yancheng called her name affectionately. He held her waist tightly and pulled her into his arms.
A light breeze blew past, and the air was filled with the fresh fragrance of flowers.
"Mo Yancheng, mo Yancheng." Shen chengjing said emotionally, calling his name affectionately.
In the past, she had called him uncle, but he had pampered her. Now, when she was excited, she affectionately called out his full name. It was as if this name had been branded in her heart for a long time.
She stretched out her hand to stop him, but she was powerless, as if her body had been hollowed out.
Mo Yanchen's big, hot palm seemed to carry an electric current.
