Master, you don't want me? 3

Ouyang Xueqing crawled into his embrace like a spoiled baby.

Mo Yujian's body instinctively stiffened for a moment and he pressed a hand to his temple. In the end, he sighed in defeat and wrapped his arms around her. He came into contact with her soft and tender body, the familiar milky fragrant assaulted his nose, it made his tense nerves loosened somehow.

The girl was sobbing on the crook of his neck, her tears soon drenching his skin.

"Good g—boy…" Mo Yujian's tongue almost slipped in the last moment. "Why are you crying again? Such a crybaby."

Ouyang Xueqing's face was red, and her eyelids were swollen. She hiccupped and asked once again in a muffled voice. "Master, you don't want me?"

He really didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Silly, who says that master doesn't want you?"