C1538 Young Master Ye's Maid 1458

Ding Yiyi looked at the maid who had left in a hurry and felt a little strange in her heart, but she could not put it into words. Just as she was thinking about it, her arm was gently lifted up by someone. Ye Chuyun puffed her cheeks and concentrated on blowing the wound for her, "Is it better?"

Ding Yiyi's heart was warm and she nodded heavily