C36 The Presidential Suite
Qiao Yiyi slowly opened her eyes to the surprising sight of Mo Xiling standing on a slender branch at the very top of a tree, his body gently swaying with it. She was petrified with fear, not daring to utter a word, as if speaking would somehow make them heavier and cause them to plummet to the ground.
Whatever Mo Xiling said was lost on her; she was too busy clutching his neck tightly
