C1307 Young Master Ye's Maid 1229

Ye Nianmo let out a muffled groan. Ding Yiyi, who was lying on top of him, quickly asked, "Are you alright?"

"Your hands." Ye Nianmo frowned and reminded her. Hand? Ding Yiyi moved. It was soft and hot.

"Ah! I'm sorry." She suddenly released her hand. Just now, she was too nervous. A casual grab actually caught his...

The standing in front of her was too scorching