C235 I'll Draw His Lines with My Fingers

Cheng Qingyao's mind was in a mess. Who was Mo Lee? Not Mo Lee? These two big questions kept running back and forth in her mind. She hugged her head and leaned against the sofa, wishing she could die.

The sound of the door opening could be heard. Mo Lee's straight figure flashed into the room. "Qingyao, it's so early today?" His voice was somewhat joyful and a little worried