C987 Acupuncture-like

"Foam, don't cry ?" Ye Tiancheng's arm was placed in front of An Yimo's pillow. Sensing the tears on An Yimo's arm, Ye Tiancheng hurriedly turned his head and said to An Yimo with a bit of worry.

"Tiancheng, I ?" An Yimo lifted his head. His teary eyes pitifully looked at Ye Tiancheng, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Foam, stop it, stop it