Reborn as a poor little girl with the same name and appearance who is four years younger than herself, all Xia Zhiyan wants to do is to find the original owner's mother and live a good life with her. But there was a powerful and domineering man who loved, pampered and protected her.
Xia Zhiyan pursed her lips: "Longlong, I miss mommy." Mo Longting's deep, sweet and doting voice sounded: "Good boy, drink milk first, and I will take you to see her tomorrow, okay?"
Xia Zhiyan rolled her eyes in a circle: "Okay, then you keep your word." "Hey, little thing, when did the promise I promised you stop being a promise?" As he spoke, he scratched the little woman's small and exquisite nose. Xia Zhiyan slapped the man's hand away with her backhand and finished the milk.
"Yanyan, come here, dip the milk in your mouth." "Oh," he said, and moved over. As soon as he passed, the man's warm lips kissed her, and he extended his tongue to lick it a few times. Looking at the annoyed and blushing little woman, Mo Longting chuckled, "It's clean now, and it tastes pretty good."