C706 The Despair of Leaves

"Yichen!"

Xiaoya was wearing the men's slippers that she took out from Zhuang Yichen's car. They weren't even taller than Zhuang Yichen's shoulders. She grabbed onto Zhuang Yichen like a little bird, afraid that it would turn into a farce that couldn't be said.

Zhuang Yichen's body paused for a moment, and then he stopped and said harshly