Leaf ink slightly changed the angle, virtual pressure on the other side, but the lips refused to leave, from the clavicle to the chest soft.

Xia Yihan was panicked, and his mind flashed through the nausea and damp kiss of the strange man at the design party. Desperate to struggle, the slender hand grabbed a bloodstain on the leaf ink's neck.

Xia Yihan looked at the blood beads coming out slowly from Yezimo's neck. Some of them said unconsciously, "You said you didn't touch me. It was clearly agreed."

"Agreement? Ha-ha!" Ye Zimo smiled low and said, "Yes, you promised me to believe me, but did Xia Yihan do it?"...