In the living room, he looked up and there were bloody paper balls on the table. Ye Shui-ink was busy patting cold water on his forehead. "How did it bleed? Was it on fire?"

Ye Miaomo nodded, this memory really wants to eliminate...

"Why... Do you dress like this?

"Don't you like it? Because I think you like the heroine very much." Ye Shui-mo's face was red too, but today she went to the mall to buy almost the same clothes.

Ye Zhao grabbed the man and pressed him into his arms, and then discussed it again, presumably with nosebleeds.

The man in his arms runs around voluntarily, and naturally...