"Let me go." Ding Yiyi's face was calm on the surface, but her body was shaking slightly. The friction between clothing and skin made her feel extremely insecure.

Her words darkened Ye Nian's eyes, and he hoarsely voiced, "Let go of you, where do you want to go?"

"Go where you're not." Ding Yiyi felt cold when he thought of Ao Xue's belly and what he had done.

Ye Nianmo was not annoyed and laughed back, but the laughter that shook his chest was cold. "You can't go any more."

Ding Yiyi's beautiful hair was scattered everywhere, a few strands of it were suppressed by him, she moved her scalp...