章 1887: Shush, don't talk

Shen chengjing walked up to him and looked up at him innocently.

Mo Yanchen kept swallowing his saliva and looked away from her with great difficulty. When she approached him, her clothes were tugged by mo Qingcheng, and half of her chest was exposed in front of him.

"Be good, be good. Don't cry. Mommy will make you something delicious later, okay?" Shen chengjing coaxed him softly.

"Cheng, let me do it." Mo Yanchen said as he reached out to carry mo Qingcheng.

Who knew that mo Qingcheng, who was still in his arms, would suddenly stop crying? her little hand reached through the buttons of his shirt and into his arms, constantly rubbing.

"Hiss." Mo Yanchen moaned softly as she grabbed his breast. He clutched the door tightly.

The child's nails were very thin, and it was very painful when they scratched people.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Shen chengjing packed up the cloth and turned around. She heard him groan and thought he was not feeling well.