C17 Pursue a Kind of Masochistic Pleasure

Su Yue stretched out her hand and pointed at Ye Fei. She said faintly, "Cousin, don't go..."

Ye Fei's facial features involuntarily twisted together.

"Cousin, don't go. I beg you..."

Su Yue's eyes were so firm. Without a doubt, she had just woken up and was in a trance. She thought of Ye Fei as Su Kun.

Who could bear this?

"Cousin, can you hug me? I'm so scared."

"Wife, I'm not that person