C797 Lacrimal

"Young Master Ye, I … I'm done. "

In the presidential suite at the House Hotel, Holy Maiden was lying quietly in a single room. On the other side, Ye Ling was resting with his eyes closed, while he was in his pajamas.

At this moment, a weak voice came from the side. The bathroom door was slowly pushed open, and Han Jing walked out with a towel wrapped around her snow-white skin