"Read ink." Ding Yiyi looked into his eyes. "Let's talk about it."

He looked at her, put down the bowl for a long time, and then took the lead in getting up and walking outside the door, before the sound of going downstairs.

When Ding Yiyi came downstairs, she found it was very late. It was estimated that it was already 8:9 p.m.

Ye Nianmo's back was facing her. His back was straight and indifferent under the light, and a little out of reach.

She walked slowly down, her eyes moved away deliberately when she touched the sofa, and then she saw the wine cabinet.

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