C18 You're Just a Useless Plaything

Moh Qianhsing gently covered the fallen blanket over the sleeping Soong Rann and looked at her beautiful face after she fell asleep.

What exactly did she dream of to be able to call out his name so gently?

Moh Qianhsing was lost in thought and did not notice the face that slowly became fierce and fierce in the car