C582 Who Called

Huo Motine let her hug him. He could feel the lingering fear from her strength. His big hand gently caressed her back.

The two of them did not speak. They just stayed in the living room. After an unknown period of time, the phone that Huo Motine had thrown on the tea table buzzed non-stop.

Jian Huan came down from his body and combed her hair