C1695 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1622

All of a sudden, Dong Qing stretched out her arm and passed through the back of her head, pressing her into his embrace. Smelling the familiar fragrance, he sighed. "It's good that you're fine."

Ding Yiyi was still confused, "What's wrong?" Dongqing, you still haven't told me how he is. "

Letting go of her, his eyes were very bright. His pitiful expression had already disappeared