C129 Tenderness

She quickly walked over, snatched the bottle from Mo Zihan's hand, drank half of it and gently put it on the tea table. Looking at the ashtray on the coffee table, which was already filled with cigarette butts, he felt even worse.

"Mom, are you asleep?"

Mo Zihan turned his face away without looking at her.

"Well, she's asleep."

Bai Mingyue kneeled in front of him. Ignoring his resistance