C704 A Painting of Ink a Different Way of Thinking

When Yung Mo returned to the bedroom, Muh Jingyan had already fallen asleep. He slowed down his pace and slowly walked to the bedside. He carefully covered her with the blanket. His movements were gentle and gentle, afraid that he would wake up the sleeping little person.

His affectionate gaze fell directly on Muh Jingyan's sleeping face, which was becoming more and more adorable