Ding Yiyi was stunned. She looked at the red invitation to the Chinese wind. She knew that there was a force in her heart, but she pressed it down. "Very well, that's all. I don't have many people to invite. How about you?"

"Me too." Ye Chuyun grabbed her hand and looked gentle.

The warmer his palm is, the more he cooperates with her to spoil her and take care of her, the more guilty she is. He pulls his hand out of his palm and Ding Yiyi takes out an invitation, "Let's start writing now."

Faced with her evasion, Ye Chuyun's heart ached, but he just nodded obediently, "Okay."...