C1040 Young Master Ye's Maid 962

"You..." Xia Yihan hesitated. Ye Zimo took off his mask and threw it to the side, gently embracing Xia Yihan who stood by the side. He shook his finger in a punishing manner and bit the finger that the other party was pointing at him. He said somewhat ambiguously, "You actually did not recognize me. How do you think I should punish you?"

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