Mo Zhiyun's breathing stopped, and his heart almost jumped. He bit his lips and slowly lowered his head.
Lu Heyun knew that she was shy. He lowered his head and his lips were almost touching her ear.
"Zhizhi made me very comfortable last night. Did I make Zhizhi feel comfortable?"
Mo Zhiyun's head was about to be buried under the blanket. &Quot; don't say anymore ... &Quot;
Lu Heyun's throat was overflowing with a joyful smile. He reached out to hug her and kissed her face lovingly. &Quot; Zhizhi, you're finally mine. &Quot;
She completely belonged to him, the rightful Mrs. Lu.
Mo Zhiyun's heart was filled with regret. How could he not have noticed what he had just said?
After last night, Lu He Yun had only helped her clean up a little. Mo Zhi Yun still wanted to take a bath in the morning.
Lu He Yun lifted the blanket and carried her to the bathroom.
Mo Zhiyun immediately covered his face. He was too ashamed to face anyone.
