Chen Mo wouldn't touch it?
It's not that he dares not.
Even though Zhihua spoke with tears streaming down her face, what if it's just a trick?
The saying goes, "To die under a peony flower, even as a ghost you would be flamboyant." If Chen Mo had nothing, he wouldn't mind being a flamboyant ghost just once.
But now, he has built such a great foundation; if he were to carelessly fall at the hands of a woman, it would be too unworthy. If it were spread around, he would be ridiculed by the entire world.
"I'm not that desperate yet..."
Xiao Yunxi was facing Chen Mo as she sat on his lap, her legs spread open. Her collar was loosened a bit earlier after Chen Mo kissed it, and when Chen Mo lowered his head, he could see her slender neck and the bosom wrapped tightly by her dudou.
Because they were so full, there seemed to be signs of breaking free.
