Perhaps the tone of the other party is different from the usual low tone, Xia Yihan can not help but look up, see the other side looking at their eyes, so warm, so focused, as if he only saw himself in the world.

"Every rose you plant is a thorn in my heart, Xia Yihan, I allow you to think of me before the garden is full." Leaf ink can not help raising Xia Yihan's lip, has been bitten out of the scar of the lip meaning without hesitation and then stick up, until the smell of blood once again diffuse.

"Leaf ink, have you had enough?" Xia Yihan rubbed...