The large room is silent, people digest Ye Miao's words, he likes Ye ink, what is this?

Ye Chuqing tugged at the stiff corner of his mouth. "Xiao Zhao, the liking you said is not the one we understand. You have to make it clear."

"It's love for your lover."

Knowing her mind, the decadent mood is like a dry spring pouring out again. He wants to express his love for her in a way that is completely harmless to her.

If she is only a relative to herself, that's all. He's far away from her. He's lost his desire to get married, and then he takes her hands to...