C880 Wealthy Marriage 809

Ye Zimo stared at the back of Xia Yihan's injured hand. She didn't notice that Xia Yihan was frowning on the bed, but had instead woken up quietly.

Xia Yihan narrowed her eyes uncomfortably as the light entered her eyes. She saw the tall voice sitting beside the bed faintly and felt something on the back of her hand. Xia Yihan made her move, but soon saw the figure turn around