C2027 Wolf blade 1

Just like that, Mo Lin hugged Ming Qian'er.

No matter if it was spring, summer, autumn or winter, the two of them calmly stayed in the snuggled world.

"Aiya, husband, you're strangling me. My neck's so sore ?"

At this time, Ming Qian'er looked at Mo Lin and pouted.

"Hahaha, let me give you a massage ?"

Looking at Ming Qian'er, Mo Lin said with a smile