Ye Miao held her hand and said with profound meaning: "Although I'm glad that you can take the initiative to throw in your arms, this matter is pressured for the time being."

Finish with a laugh and pull the coat of leaf ink over your shoulder.

Ye's ink-wash hand was still locked, and he noticed that there seemed to be other people in the room. On one side, four foreigners stood brushing and looking at her with a fascinating smile.

"What's going on here, anyway?" She swallowed her mouth hard and wanted to jump off the stairs to end the embarrassment.

Ye Miao coughed softly with a smile in his...