The man replied weakly, "It's me."

The rivet on the bag hit his eyebrow bone, probably breaking his skin.

Hearing the familiar voice, Shen Yan said angrily, "I'm not telling you not to come."

The person in front of her was silent for a moment, then stood up and walked to her side, taking the petite and soft body in front of her into her arms, pressing her forehead against her cheek, feeling cool and comfortable.

When Shen Yan saw him approaching and was about ...