Shen chengjing's slyness

What happened just now was so unreal, as if it was a dream.

"Uncle, is that really you?" Shen chengjing lay on the bed and took a deep breath.

The man didn't say a word. He just reached out and hugged her body tightly, letting her stick to his side. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Shen chengjing raised her head slightly and looked at his face in disbelief.

"Is it really you? Mo Yancheng, you're back? Is it really you?" She could not believe her eyes.

She was going crazy thinking about him, but now she found him in front of her.

The moonlight shone in through the window. With the help of the moonlight, she looked at the man's handsome face. Her fingertips gently rubbed his face. She lowered her head and pressed her small face against his. She felt the warmth of the man's body and her fingers trembled.

"I feel like I'm dreaming,"

Shen chengjing's eyes turned red, and she almost burst into tears.