C120 Come Mo Yan an Help an Tianhao Take off His Clothes

Mo Yanann rubbed her eyes and muttered to herself, "God, am I dreaming? ... Why is Mr Ann here?"

As she spoke, she patted her cheek. Yes, it hurt a little. She should not be dreaming, right?

Ann Tianhao, who was standing at the door, quickly closed the door. He tightly hugged Mo Yanann . The familiar and refreshing smell of Ann Tianhao spread out, making Mo Yanann feel unusually at ease