At 6 o'clock, Ye Nianmo woke up on time, and his eyes were still sad. In Ding Yiyi's eyes, he overlapped with the astringent teenager who had met him before. Although proud, his eyes were clear.

"What are you thinking about?" Ye Nianmo found a comfortable position and looked at her gently, enjoying the rare tenderness.

All the memories went away after she saw those cool eyes. She frowned and said, "I want to get up."

Ye Nianmo turned over and left her slender thighs empty, but she couldn't escape. He held her hand and put it in the position of his heart. "Why pretend to hate me?"

Ding Yiyi...