Mo Shichen looked at the woman’s shoulders, which had been soaked, and raised his eyebrows as he was about to speak. He found that Wen Yi, who was standing at the door, was staring at the thing in his hand and was already walking towards him quickly.
She walked in front of him hurriedly, reaching out to grab what he was holding.
The man raised his hand slightly, and she rushed for nothing.
Wen Yi raised her hand to grab it, but she couldn’t grab Mo Shichen. He was not as tall as him, and his hands were not as long as him. He just stood and moved casually, letting her jump on tiptoe and couldn’t reach it.
Of course, she didn’t jump either. Her face was flushed from running up, her breathing was not calm, and she said in a bad tone, “Mo Shichen, that’s my thing, give it back to me.”
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