บท 299: Mr. Mo's luck

Mo Yancheng felt a sudden warmth behind him. Someone was slowly moving to his chest and hugging his waist tightly. Something hot seeped through his shirt and was branded on his skin.

"Cheng? What are you doing here?" He lowered his head and his voice became hoarse as he looked at the person in his arms. It had been two days since he had seen her, and an unprecedented strong sense of longing continued to spread in his chest.

He reached out and patted her back as if to comfort her. Gently, gently.

"I thought you ... Uncle, you're not allowed to scare me anymore. I can't take it." She snuggled in his arms before looking up.

She suddenly touched him with her small hand. It was a little wet. Her gaze shifted from his face to his arm. She touched him again and felt that his body was stiff.

"You're injured?"

"It's fine. "