In mid-August, the moon has gradually become round. The bright moonlight was poured on the man's strong body, looking hazy and mysterious.

Shi Qingxue looked at him but couldn't help frowning, "Mo Junyang? Why are you here?"

Even in summer, it was still a bit cold at night. Mo Junyang had just become better from the serious illness and he rushed out at night. Did he try to be ill again?

Mo Junyang turned to Shi Qingxue, smiled mildly, and ridiculed, ...