C107 Living Bodhisattva Devil

In Ye Mo Han's bedroom.

Xia JinMian looked at the black gold gift box on the table in surprise.

"You want to give me a formal dress?"

Ye Mo Han crossed his legs as he sat on the sofa. His eyes were deep as he said in a low voice, "Why don't you try it on?"

Xia JinMian was a bit unsure of Ye Mo Han's thoughts.

She could understand and accept Ye Mo Leng and Ye Mo Qing's gift of a formal dress