C1299 Young Master Ye's Maid 1221

Ding Yiyi was afraid of him and could only helplessly close her eyes. Her hands pushed against his chest, wanting to push him away but her hands and feet were softened by the kiss. She could only helplessly grab his shirt.

"If you don't feel anything towards me, then what's with the expression on your face? Then why don't you give me a hard slap?" Ye Nianmo stroked her lips and said lightly