"Is it because I spoil you so much that you dare to run away again and again, eh? A Han? " Dry hands into Xia Yihan's pajamas, wantonly rubbing free.

"Leaf ink, don't do that. I'm not a vassal of anybody." Bite the moan to pour out, Xia Yihan said stubbornly.

Ye Zimo stopped his action, and his slender and powerful fingers grimly pinched Xia Yihan's white chin to herself, looking down at the woman who did not want to be involved with herself:

Xia Yihan, you have to tie up with a person called Ye Zimo for a lifetime. Cruel to see each other's face faded, leaf ink gently...