After a while, he regained his senses and waved his hand, and the palace servants filed out. Only Mo Ziyin and the sleeping Shen Jingli were left in the huge inner hall, and the surrounding area suddenly quieted down. It was late at night, and everything looked so harmonious, mixed with a little bit of ambiguous atmosphere.
Mo Ziyin had already come to Shen Jingli's bedside involuntarily. Looking at her beautiful face, she had an impulse to go forward and stroke it, and she really did the same. Mo Ziyin lowered his body and sat at the edge of the bed, with his right hand already sliding on her small smooth face. At this time, she was so beautiful, sleeping soundly, like a sleeping lotus. She was elegant and outstanding, and everything in the world had also lost its color.
A smooth touch
