"Ga? It's Chuanmei. I'm sorry. It's a strange number. Aha, don't be angry. " After ye Tian was sure that it was the wind that spread the beauty, he immediately hit haha and said, "how can I forget? I'm joking with you. Your familiar voice, gentle whisper..."

"OK, stop!" Feng Chuanmei can't stand it. Ye Tian's flattery is OK, but she just likes it. Because it's what ye Tian said, she will think it's praise and love for her, so she smiled and said, "honey, what are you doing now?"

“… ... ye tiandaji, the beauty of the wind always gives him a different feeling. Among the women he knows,...