598, even dare to mess with Brother Jin!

The little girl was disapproving of his age again.

Mr. Mo felt somewhat melancholic.

He couldn't help but reach out to touch his own face, secretly wondering, was he really that old?

"Am I that old?" Mr. Mo lifted Chu Jin's chin with his hand, looking down at her from above, their eyes meeting, the waves shimmering in those delicate and soul-entrapping peach blossom eyes. The night wind was a bit cool.

It blew the girl's long, black hair around, which danced in the wind with a faint fragrance, mixed with a slight smell of alcohol, enough to cause one's heart to flutter.

She was like a touch of warm sun, illuminating his path ahead, and also warming his heart.

Mr. Mo stared at her, utterly captivated.

Faced with such national beauty.

He thought, even if she asked for his head on her platter, he would willingly offer it with both hands.