"You think a lot, Mo, she is not close to Song Wanting, she likes to cackle, now the cackle has become her sustenance."

"Is it?" Leaf inks asked faintly.

"Yes, of course."

Xia Yihan's tone is very firm, the leaves are dark, and he says nothing more.

"Mo, I'll cook dinner for you." Xia Yihan got up and was pulled back to his thigh by leaf ink.

"Don't go, I'm a little sleepy, sleep with me for a while." Ye Zimo said it solemnly. Xia Yihan felt that this fellow had some bad intentions, and he also felt that he had some petty intentions.

She looked at Ye Zimo's beautiful...