Huanhuan covered her face with both hands and refused to let go. She choked and said, "Go away, leave me alone..."
Mo Sheng sat directly next to her, stretched out his long legs, and turned his head, "Hey, someone bullied you?"
Huanhuan just shook his head, still sobbing.
Mo Sheng raised his eyebrows and stroked his chin with his long fingers, "Sister Zhong?"
Huanhuan shook his head again.
"Your Master Mojia?"
Still shaking his head.
"Hey, who else could it be?" Mo Sheng suddenly smiled, stretched out his arms, and pulled her directly into his arms, "Since you don't want to talk about it, I'll lend you my chest and let you cry.
"
Huanhuan's body stiffened, and she let go of her hand. Her misty eyes blinked, struggling to get out of his arms, "Let go!"
He didn't let go, but hugged her tightly, "Shh~ You don't want to disturb others, see us like this, right?"
Huanhuan stopped struggling, her lips flattened again, and more and more tears accumulated, "You...you bully others..."
Mo Sheng's smile was bright and comforting, without any ambiguity at all, just like a big brother doting on his younger sister. He didn't say much, just pressed her head into his arms, "Cry here.
, very safe.”
Maybe it was his smile or his deep and soft voice that soothed her. Huanhuan grabbed his lapel and her tears couldn't stop falling.
Until his white shirt was stained with her tears and snot.
He lowered his gaze and felt her sobbing in his arms. The warmth in her palms was clearly transmitted to him through the thin layer of fabric.
Mo Sheng lowered his head helplessly and smiled to himself.
This woman's wariness is really extremely bad.
On the corridor behind the two people, a man with flowing black hair, his black eyes slightly raised, as bright as stars, captured the soul. His eyes fell on the two people embracing each other in the stairwell, dark and deep.
The window in the corridor was open, and the wind blew through, lifting his long black hair, like a demon of the night, growing a pair of black wings.
He stood there with an indifferent expression, and when he heard the cry spreading from his arms, his cold lips raised a tight arc...
Turn around and leave.
After crying enough, Huanhuan rudely wiped her nose with the other person's coat.
Huanhuan's mood finally eased slightly when he saw that the jacket that was made of excellent quality was badly stained by himself.
Who says hating the rich isn’t a form of venting?
Mo Sheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He carefully took off his coat, trying not to get any water stains on it, and threw it to her. "In return, help me wash my clothes, isn't it too much?"
Huanhuan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, took a moment, and nodded.
Mo Sheng raised his pretty lips, squinted his eyes, stared at her eyes that were red from crying, her small and fleshy nose, and her slightly closed sexy red lips, and suddenly said, "I found that you look pretty good after you cry.
good-looking."
Huanhuan frowned and said with a cry, "Master Sheng, your comfort is really unique."
She took a deep breath, then grabbed his clothes and stood up, "Anyway, thank you just now. I will wash the clothes and return them to you."
Staring at her leaving figure, Mo Sheng smiled and shouted to her, "Hey, next time you still want to cry, you can come to me." He knocked on his chest and said, "It's free."
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More updates tomorrow! 10 a.m., 3 p.m., and 8 p.m.!