C49 Satisfied with Her Obedience

Mo Beiming was dressed in a gray robe as he leaned against the bookshelf and flipped through the books.

There was a soft knock on the door of the study. He frowned slightly. "Who is it?"

When he did things, he never liked to be disturbed.

"It's me." That gentle voice came from outside the door, making him relax between his brows