C781 Did She Misunderstand?

He didn't know if he had heard it clearly, but it seemed to have some sort of magic.

This time, Gu Meimu really didn't move at all. He muddle-headedly leaned against her shoulder, trying to absorb the warmth that she had grasped with great difficulty.

He held on tightly to the corner of Mo Qingge's clothes, afraid that if he let go, his warmth would disappear completely