In the living room, cold and casual overlap of legs, hands of coffee steaming hot. On the other hand, Mo Xinran was restless. She couldn't clear up many things at the moment, but under such circumstances, let her face Azhan directly. She swallowed secretly, and sneered at herself, saying that it was only her face.

With cold and casual eyes, he took a sip of coffee and slowly opened his mouth: "Why, I've been wanting to see... Now I see it, but I don't want to see it?"

Mo Xin suddenly turned his head to look cold and angry. "Your Highness, even grass-roots, has privacy."

Cool and soft, with a...