C1345 Young Master Ye's Maid 1267

Ding Yiyi had a lingering fear as she ran out of the room. She did not know where she was going. Nian Yi in her arms pulled at her sleeves without holding back. In a short while, the sleeves of her sweater had been stripped off and could not be seen.

She took out her phone and dialed Ye Nianmo's number. "Hello." The voice that came from the phone was low and sexy. Her heart skipped a beat