Xia Yihan shivered a little in anger, and had fallen into a semi-coma. The leaves grabbed Xia Yihan's hand. "Yihan, come and help me!"

Xia Yihan knows that Yezi ink intentionally wants to help Xiao Chun get rid of it and hold his lips still. Xiao Chun wants to go forward but is swept by the cold eyes of Yezi ink. He dares not move at the moment.

"one meaning". Leaf ink slowed down the tone, Xia Yihan stamped his feet and ran back to leaf ink.

Xiao Chun on the lawn looked at the second floor of Yezimo's room silently, and was patted on the shoulder: "Xiao Chun, why...