C83 She Is My Woman

After leaving the noisy hallway, Xing Mo Yang closed the door to his office.

Inside the room, Lin Han'er was leaning against the window, blowing on the cool autumn wind.

"Aren't you afraid of the cold?" Xing Moyan said softly. He walked straight over, closed the window, pulled Lin Han'er by the hand, and sat down on the sofa.

Lin Han'er didn't refuse his soft, sticky little hand. It held tight