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A drop of water fell on his white face, and then more droplets fell like a drizzle.

Shen Mochen's movements paused slightly, a pair of deep eyes like deep pools lifted slightly, and his pupils tightened in an instant, only to see that on Peach's pink face, tears kept sliding down like beads with broken threads.

Her eyes, which were always moist on weekdays, were now like a thick mist, and the crystal tears in the corners of her eyes fell quickly down her white cheeks, like pear blossoms that occupied the raindrops, crying silently.

This is probably the first time that Shen Mochen has known Peaches for so many years, and he made Peaches cry, and for a while the whole person was at a loss, warm and slender fingers gently touched her soft cheeks, wiping away the tears rolling down for her, but Peaches' tears were like floods that opened the floodgates, wiping some away, and more tears fell.

"Peaches ......" Shen Mochen's heart finally began to panic, looking at the way Peaches just closed her eyes tightly, tears rolling down, and then seeing the marks left by herself on her white neck, as well as her round shoulders exposed in the air, and finally realized what she was doing just now.

"I'm sorry...... Peaches ......" Shen Mochen reached out and hugged her into his arms, gently sorted out her clothes, and then buried his head in her warm neck and whispered.

He was really carried away by jealousy, and let anger take over his reason, so that he would do such a thing to Peaches.

"Woo...... You bully me......" Peach, who had been sobbing silently, was hugged in his warm arms at the moment, and finally cried loudly.

Shen Mochen just now was so terrifying.

With a hint of bitterness in his heart, Shen Mochen's hand gently patted Peach's back, coaxing her softly like a child, "It's me who is not good, Peach, don't cry......"

"It's just that you're not good, you accept other people's love letters, and you still treat me fiercely, and you still treat me...... ...... to me" Momoko buried a small face in his chest, her shoulders twitching constantly, and the tears that flowed out instantly stained Shen Mochen's clothes.

A wry smile crept up on the corner of his lips, Shen Mochen hugged the peach into his arms hard, and said helplessly: "What kind of love letter, that girl asked me to help him hand it over to the fox, otherwise I would have lost the ...... long ago."

"......" Peach's crying paused for a moment, then raised his head from his arms, looked at Shen Mochen with a pair of pear blossom and rain eyes, and asked in disbelief: "A love letter to the fox?" ”

"Yes." Shen Mochen nodded lightly.

"Oh......" Peach's eyes lowered slightly, Bei Yan bit her lip slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then wondered: "Then what are you angry about, what are you doing...... ...... me"

"......" Shen Mochen looked at the peach in front of her, her eyes were red, and she was trying to keep the tears from staying, and her pretty little nose was also red at the moment, with a look of grievance and innocence.

Resting his chin lightly on the top of her head, Shen Mochen took a deep breath, gently stroked her long silky hair, and whispered, "Probably...... It's because I'm jealous......"

"Jealous ???" Momoko wanted to look up at his expression, but couldn't look up at him because he held himself in his arms and rested his chin on his head.