C2652 Marry of the Wealthy Class 2579

In the living room, he looked up at the bloody paper balls on the table. Ye Shuimo was busy patting cold water on his forehead. "Why is there a nosebleed? Are you on fire?"

Ye Miao nodded silently. He really wanted to erase this memory fragment.

"Why?" Dressed like this? "

"You don't like it?" "Because it seems to me that you really like the heroine inside." Ye Shuimo's face was also red