Sure enough, as soon as he walked in, a sharp knife was slashing towards him. The cold blade was sharp and cold, and Ye Yan's pupils were also cold. When he saw the boy in white walking in, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Yi Sa bent her graceful lips because of this appearance. He raised his hand and easily held the slender white wrist, pulled the person in mid-air closer to his arms, and put his slender arms around her waist: "Is your vigilance still increasing, isn't you doing well here?"

This posture is a different kind of ambiguous.

She only wore a bath towel, her body curved curve was visible at a glance, and she was locked in her arms and could not move.

Ye Yan would not say the word "let me go" pretentiously.

Oral words are useless to this person at all, and they have no other effect than wasting saliva.

"Why are you here?" Ye Yan asked in a light tone.

Yi Sa became more and more intimate and kissed her on the cheek: "I'll come to see you." His cheeks, which had just taken a shower, were tender and soft, unlike the usual coldness, which made him unable to help but kiss them twice.

Ye Yan ignored him with a look.

Yi Sa looked at her side face, her eyes moved down, and she swept across the top of the bath towel. This girl was so nurturing...

His eyes were a little dark, and he couldn't help but tighten his hands that were holding her waist.

"Yi Sa," Ye Yan pointed and rubbed his eyebrows: "It is rare for us to get along peacefully. If you don't want to destroy such an atmosphere, don't do anything outside my bottom line."

Ye Yan is not Ye Weilan, she is a cold killer. If she really stands up, Yi Sa has to worry about it.

It’s not that she will hurt him, but that this woman’s cruelty in her bones is extremely different from ordinary people. She is so anxious that she can do anything.

A strange luster flashed in Yisa's eyes: "Qi Ye and Ye Weilan are out, and I'll pick you up with that child to take you back to Ogura's house."

Ye Yan's eyebrows and eyes narrowed: "Go out at this time?"

"You don't need to worry about time when you go out. Just leave as long as you want." Yi Sa let her go, took a step back, and walked out very gently for the first time.

Ye Yan pursed her pink lips, tightened the bath towel on her body, and walked out barefoot.

There was no change of clothes in the bathroom, and her clothes were placed on the bed.

Yi Sa stood at the door, with white fingers, holding a dark green underwear and squinted her eyes and looked at it: "It seems to be a little bigger..."

Ye Yan was silent for a moment, and the red lips sniffed out a word coldly: "Get out!"

Although the cold tone is very intimidating, the red ear beads still reveal someone's embarrassment.

Who says good-looking men are gentlemen?

The man in front of him who is as pure and holy as an angel is simply a hooligan!

"That bastard is one year older than me, and now he is full of children." Yi Sa's tone was sour, and he looked at her with a look of sourness, as if she was not wearing any clothes: "I haven't touched you yet..."

Is he openly declaring that he is still a 26-year-old "single aristocrat"?

With Yi Sa's wealth and appearance, what kind of woman do you want? He hooked his fingers and could line up from here to China, but he just didn't want it.

Those women who stare at him with admiration and admiration either love his appearance or his status. How many of them really love him?

Even if there is, Yi Sa doesn't care.
Chapter completed!