Shen Mo Han's heart melted. The little girl in his arms was sometimes like a fairy who had descended to the mortal world, sometimes sexy and seductive, releasing endless charm. He could not help but come closer and keep kissing her beautiful hair, forehead, nose, and face. Finally, he kissed her lips on her trembling and soft red lips.
At the very last moment, it was fortunate that she had always kept up with her exercise, so that she was able to withstand Shen Mohan's rounds of retaliation attacks without becoming as soft as mud.
With sticky sweat, she escaped from under Shen Mohan.
If Shen Mohan didn't hate the sweat, she wouldn't have a chance. However, her slender wrist was still in the grip of the big hand.
"You really don't care?" Shen Mohan's deep eyes stared blankly at the blur
