C45 A Year's Promise

Mo Haoyu's hands looked good.

They were strong, slender, and had distinct joints. They were like bamboo stalks.

At this moment, this hand landed on Jee Lechen's collar, and Jee Lechen held his fingertip.

She tightly clenched it. "Mo Haoyu."

Jee Lechen read his name and her face became even redder, full of anger.

"Call me Yu."

Mo Haoyu let Jee Lechen hold his finger