C33 Bewitching

Muh Ying didn't want to say it, and Zhang Peichen didn't force her either.

He wrapped his arm around Muh Ying's shoulder and laid down. Zhang Peichen let her rest on his arm.

Muh Ying was wrapped in Zhang Peichen's arms, and his unique masculine scent filled the tip of her nose. Her mood calmed down, and not long after, she fell into a deep sleep