C1307 Split up the Qing People
Ye Nianmo grunted. Ding Yiyi who was lying on him hurriedly asked, "Are you alright?"
"Your hand." Ye Nianmo frowned as a reminder. Hand? Ding Yiyi moved slightly. It was soft and had a scorching warmth to it.
"Ah!" "I'm sorry." She suddenly released her hand. She had been too nervous just now and had grabbed onto his hand as she pleased.
The standing posture in front of her was too scorching