C53 Weaklings

Soong Ningyu slept soundly in Gong Zilin's arms, as if she had a good dream. She smiled sweetly like a 15-16 year old little girl. She was only 16 years old now, but she was already so mature.

Soong Ningyu rubbed against Gong Zilin's chest and whispered, "Mother. . . " Gong Zilin hugged her and instantly stiffened