The words were silent and blushing. All the movements stopped suddenly when they were full of fluency. It was the time of relaxation when Ye Shui-ink opened his dim eyes, which seemed to reveal unknown signals.

"Husband?"

"Ah?"

The voice continues to tempt shallowly.'Good, call it!'

In this case, how can we call it out? Ye Shui-ink's heart is stirred up like a shallow temptation, all of which are like singing. She always feels that Ye Miao is very warm today and warm in the past, but tenderness occupies the main position. Today's enthusiasm is overwhelming, and finally she is muddled without her.

Late at night, the people beside her...