"Tong'er, what's the matter?" Feng Yuran held her to his chest and asked urgently. He patted her back lightly.

Mo Xuetong gradually came back to her senses as she heard the man's thick and gentle voice. She did not have the strength to push him away and grabbed his shirt instead. She did not know what she wanted at this moment and did not think to reject him either. She did not ask Feng Yuran why he was so daring as to come into her room in the middle of the day. ...