Seeing that people are really sleeping unconscious, he took a side suit coat and gently laid it on Ye Shui-Mo's shoulder.

Is it so thin? All the suits and coats were wrapped up. He reached out and measured the length of the shoulders of Ye Shui-ink. He once again sighed how the woman was so slim.

It's quiet in the office. The lights of the computer are reflected on Ye's ink face, with dark circles under his eyes and thin lips.

He stared at the flower-bud-colored lip like a magic, held his breath and slowly bowed his head, his heart beating like a drum.

When I was about to kiss,...