So it was a transvestite

Mo Yancheng pressed himself on top of her for a long time.

He had just let go of her, and Shen chengjing was on the verge of tears. He was going to clean her up just like that. More importantly, she didn't even know what she had done wrong.

She didn't suspect him. At first, she did, but later, she thought it through.

"Cheng." He called her in a low voice.

"Uncle, I'm not suspecting you of cheating. I'm just curious why she called you! "After that, I asked mo Wen and he said that you were here. So, I came." She felt a little aggrieved. If she had known, she wouldn't have come.

Mo Yancheng reached out and turned on the table lamp. He got up and leaned against the headboard. His fingers ran through her hair as he lowered his head to look at her.