Huo Miao pushed the door in and Mu Chudi was lying in bed obediently. The warm light depicted her delicate outline.

That's petite, that's fragile! uuuuuuuuuuu

Hawthorne's simple wrapped hand gently covers her frowning eyebrows.

Tight pink lips, what nightmares do you seem to be having?

Such a fragile woman, he would not let her endure any storm.

Everything, he will block her, he will protect her well, will not make any mistakes!

Thinking of Song Weiqing, Huo Miao's black eyes grew deeper and deeper, like a dark dark zone without light.

When Mu Chudi woke up slowly, it was Huo Miao's gloomy face and a little dizzy. She pressed...