Qi Ye said nothing.

Ye Weilan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Qi Ye, do you think if you use soul-catching techniques to Yi Sa and let him forget Ye Yan, would this method be good?"

Before she finished speaking, her nose was suddenly pinched by Qi Ye: "Not good!"

Miss Ye was crying: "I'll just make a hypothesis and say something to play..."

"Lan, don't interfere in the affairs between them. Yi Sa is definitely not as harmless as it seems on the surface," Qi Ye lowered his head and pecked her lips: "Whoever dares to stop him from loving Ye Yan, he will kill anyone. What if I'm not by your side, what if he hurts you?"

Ye Weilan blinked Shui Lingling's cat's eyes: "I think she is so pitiful..."

"Yis is even more pitiful," Qi Ye's eyes looked charming: "When the God of Death washed away my memory, didn't he stop me from loving you? Memories can change, but I don't feel that. He was destined to be entangled with that woman in this life."

"Ye Yan told me that since she was fifteen, she had to wear a gun and a knife on her body every night, not to guard against others, but to defend herself by death when necessary," Ye Weilan didn't know how to describe the sour feeling in her heart: "I just gave her a gun and a knife. Without those two things, she couldn't fall asleep."

"Yisa has had a special liking for her since she was a child," Qi Ye smiled: "What can you change the relationship that has been entangled since you were born?"

Ye Weilan sighed.

Qi Ye finally got rid of the two little radish heads, so he was unhappy to waste the good spring and Xiao on irrelevant people. A rich dark color flashed in his eyes for a year, and he suddenly asked, "Are you thirsty?"

Ye Weilan thought about the matter, but did not pay attention to his strange expression, and nodded: "I want to drink water."

Qi Ye got up and took a glass of water from the table and walked over: "I finished drinking and took a shower and went to bed."

Ye Weilan held the cup in her fair plain hands, raised her head and drank it all, then stood up and prepared to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

Qi Ye counted with a cup: "One, two..."

When he counted "three", Ye Weilan shook his body and was hugged by Qi Ye. He smiled: "What's wrong?"

Ye Weilan shook her head: "Dimme..." Not only dizziness, but also hot, a heat burned her body like a heat wave. Her face flushed and she couldn't help but take off her outer shirt.

There was only a long skirt under the shirt, underwear, with round shoulders exposed, and her fair skin was covered with a layer of peach blossom pollen, which was indescribable.

"What else?" Qi Ye kissed her shoulders, rubbed her sharp teeth back and forth, and her posture was tempting. The hand that hugged her waist, felt the heated temperature under her palm, and couldn't help rubbing back and forth.

"Hot..." She turned her head with tears in her eyes, her slender body was so soft that it was in his arms, and her voice was charming and charming: "I want to take a shower..."

“Where is the hot place?”

As his fingers gently stroked, the rapid flames seemed to find the source of venting. Ye Weilan cried and leaned towards him, saying pitifully: "Qi Ye, I..."

"What's wrong?" His hand moved to his waist. She didn't look like a person who had given birth to two children at all. Her snow-white waist was slender and soft, and he could easily hold it with a slap.
Chapter completed!