Sixty-one

ne night, then I'm not Ye Fei Mo."He said that, shaking his head and going into the bathroom.A warm face struck by lightning, followed by a gritted-teeth expression.She wants to kill someone!!!Just so...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go." settled, or he'll be trampled.Ye Fei was silent, sitting against the sofa motionless. His face was emotionless, like an ice sculpture. He looked coldly at the computer direction without saying a word...