C214 Fat Orange

"Yes, I am sick, and I think I am sick." Yu Bingyi's hot breath sprayed on her forehead, and he kissed her on her white forehead. Then, he kissed her light and pleasant hair.

She was a little drunk.

"Isn't the sickness of thinking about one another... You will only get it if you can't see your lover?" Ye Qingru was young, so she did not hear any hidden meanings from his words