C104 He Won't Marry a Poor Man

"Little Wu, Hao." Wang Jiaxin's voice was so soft that it made Ye Hao's heart flutter. He could no longer hold it in as a beastly glint appeared in his eyes.

Feeling the young man's body melting like a ball of sun in her heart, Wang Jiaxin was already breathing heavily like a soft snake essence.

"Jiaxin!" Ye Hao muttered, his voice low and wild