C237 Tears Are the Taste of Salt

Xiao Yu stretched out her hand to touch Mo Qiantiao's face, but her hand froze in midair. She saw Mo Qiantiao open his eyes and stare at her, but Xiao Yu was a little dumbfounded. Still, he continued to wipe Mo Qiantiao's face, "You're awake?" Seeing the coldness in Mo Qiantiao's eyes, Xiao Yu retracted her hand.

"What were you doing just now?" A dangerous look appeared in Mo Qiantiao's eyes