Yan Ye's Anger

She was indeed very powerful. So powerful that even if she was not strong now, she was still terrifying.

Yan Ye didn't say anything. He held Beiting Huang in his arms and quietly looked at her exquisite face. Her black eyes were still as bright as the stars, and the stars were reflected in them like the Milky Way. Her beautiful eyebrows were different from a woman's softness. Due to her temperament, she revealed a vigorous heroic spirit. Her nose was so small, as if it was carved from jade. As she breathed, it moved gently, making her look extremely cute.

Only her lips were like a cherry. Perhaps it was because he did not agree to her request immediately, but she pouted slightly. She looked very unhappy, revealing a playful sort of beauty.