"Song..." Xia Yihan had just opened her mouth and was stopped by wine. This time, her face was very serious.

"Miss Song, I know that Mr. Ye's love is a connotation, so I don't want to climb into his bed. This person, or should have self-knowledge to live happily. I can't be like some people who know there's no hope, who are still dying and begging for nothing, who are always smiling, pretending to be nice and tired to watch! uuuuuuuuu

"Wine!" Xia Yihan held the hand of wine and asked her to stop talking.

As a matter of fact, the words of wine and wine were very strong, making...