Xia Yihan, mysterious and mysterious, approached Yezimo's ear and whispered, "Ink, that dress is not mine." She was unconscious of how ambiguous and seductive she was.

Yezimo didn't understand the meaning of Xia Yihan for a while. He looked at Xia Yihan with eyebrows and doubts.

"The clothes at the scene of the crime are not mine. My clothes have signs. That clothes are not mine." Xia Yihan re-examined, thinking of that small ink, my heart is full of happiness.

The prince saw that Xia Yihan's little classmate had two bright eyes. At present, the most important thing is his attractive neck. Would you like to kiss him? The Prince...