Just now, when Yier was sorting the bedding, the button of her upper garment accidentally fell off, revealing a black garment underneath,
starkly contrasting with the black garment inside, it was a sight that would make anyone's eyes light up.
Mo Huasong, already agitated, was unable to tear his gaze away from the captivating scene before him.
"Eh? Young Master?" Yier looked up in confusion when Mo Huasong didn't respond, only to find him gazing intently at her chest.
She looked down in surprise, and on realizing her exposure, she let out a yelp, hastily pulling up her collar with her hands.
Yier, too ashamed to stay on the bed, quickly sprinted downwards.
Perhaps out of excessive nervousness, when her foot touched the blanket, she slipped and fell right towards Mo Huasong.
"Ah!" Yier exclaimed, startled.
Mo Huasong hurriedly caught Yier who tumbled into his arms unknowingly pressing her chest against his head.
