"Nothing." Ding Yiyi was frightened by her own thoughts. At that moment, her unwillingness and grievance seemed to be gushing out of the water cup. If it hadn't been interrupted, she would have thought of something terrible.

"Say." He turned over and pressed himself on her, lowering his head and biting the tender earlobes. "What are you thinking about? Tell me about it."

Ding Yiyi is about to shed tears. How does she say those dirty thoughts? She is not satisfied that she has already got love and such a perfect husband.

Her silence burned Ye Nianmo's heart. She wanted to open the door. Ye Shui-mo stood at the door...