C154 Possess 2

Moh Feng raised his eyebrows and placed the brush back on the table. He opened his arms and let Chen Yu sit in the middle of the empty space between his legs. It was not an empty space either. It was a cotton carpet. The Emperor's cushion was ready for winter.

Moh Feng put his hand around Chen Yu's waist without holding a pen. He looked down and saw Chen Yu's head and the book he was reading