"Sit... sit up..."
"Yes, just lift it up a bit," Mo Beiyan whispered as he pecked her cheek, loosened his hands, and said, "Try lifting it up, okay?"
A voice that could mesmerize.
"I..."
Moo Huantong was coaxed by him, an indescribable emotion spread in her chest, like a cat's paw scratching at her heart. She lifted her body slightly, her hands tightly gripping his shoulders...
"No... it's very uncomfortable like this..."
Mo Beiyan's handsome face was tense, his palms involuntarily rubbing her shoulders, "If you're uncomfortable, just sit down yourself."
"I... I can't sit down..."
"Use some force, I'm not a knife, I won't stab you to death."
"I can't..."
"Hurry up, isn't it very uncomfortable?"
He was coaxing her...
Mo Beiyan didn't like holding a puppet. Although it was indeed very comfortable being with her, especially when she always looked at him with those big eyes...
Just looking at him made it hard to endure.
So, if she could move along or even serve him...
