No, that’s not ! Si Mingjing cald herself.
In her entire life, she had never taken these photos.
And the scenes in these photos were all different. So were taken atop majestic mountain peaks, others on cruise ships where the sea t the sky. There were photos in boundless rapeseed flower fields, before ancient buildings steeped in history, amidst bustling food streets, and even in steamy hot spring pools. There were photos from spring, sumr, autumn, and winter, spanning all seasons.
The only commonality in all the photos was the girl in them: she was always standing on Mo Yinhe’s shoulders, looking imposing, her small head pressed intimately against his handso face. So sweet it was to die for.
Si Mingjing’s eyes were misted from the "poisoning." Her little paws clutched the pillow, half of her small body snuggled against it. After thinking for a mont, I’ve only been on Earth for a week; it’s impossible for to have taken these photos with Mo Yinhe.
She understood. Is this the ’Baby’ Mo Yinhe spoke of? Xiaobai’s mother! She actually looks just like , like we’re twins? No wonder Mo Yinhe mistook !
Si Mingjing cald down and asserted, "Mr. Mo, this isn’t . We just look alike."
Her little paws gently tapped twice on the soft pillow. "Calm down. There’s no hurdle in life that can’t be overco. What’s past is past; you should look forward."
Mo Yinhe’s deep eyes narrowed slightly. It seed she couldn’t recall any mories. No matter. I, Mo Yinhe, am not disappointed in the slightest!
His deep voice, however, carried a subtle, faint sadness. "We’ll get this sorted out. I know in my heart what the truth is."
He closed the photo album, placed it on the bedside table, and from the first drawer, retrieved an exquisite bottle of perfu. He casually sprayed it on himself and a few tis into the air above the bed.
"You’re still spreading poison!"
The adorable chibi dragon, Si Mingjing, imdiately shot out her little paws to tightly cover her tiny mouth. No matter how pleasant the scent in the air is, I absolutely mustn’t sll any more of it, or my defenses will crumble!
Mo Yinhe chuckled, prying open the little paws clamped over her mouth. His features were handso, and he possessed an air of noble grace; even when doing sothing detestable, he didn’t co across as a villain.
His well-defined hand pinched her shiny, cute, and plump Dragon Horns. He knew this spot was her most sensitive.
Instantly, Si Mingjing shivered all over.
It felt as if an electric current coursed through her body, causing every tuft of her pale pink fluff to stretch out in comfort.
"Does it feel good?" Mo Yinhe chuckled again, watching her, so overco by the sensation that her tiny toes curled slightly, yet she stubbornly refused to admit her enjoynt. She was like a bristling, yet dignified, cat. This only made Mo Yinhe want to indulge her further.
He pinched them a couple of tis, then a couple more.
"Mo Yinhe!" Si Mingjing gritted her teeth, unable to resist her body’s honest reaction. "You scoundrel!"
Mo Yinhe laughed heartily. "Baby, suppressing your heat too much is bad for your health. I’m taking care of you."
"Taking care of , my ass!" When Si Mingjing’s temper flared, the profanities she’d learned from the inmates on Prison Star ca readily to her lips.
She retreated several steps on her short legs, trying to get away from the man. Her tiny body, no bigger than a throw pillow, wobbled on the bed as if she were drunk. This thoroughly amused Mo Yinhe, who lay on his side in bed, unable to stop grinning.
He had forgotten how long it had been since he had laughed so heartily. Probably since the day she left, he had not only lost his vitality but also his ability to smile. Now, it had all returned.
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