Brother Li, You Smell So Good

"Are you unhappy?"

　　Ye Tianxin was so gloomy.

　　It's really annoying.

　　It's very annoying.

　　It's so annoying.

　　"Brother Li, I don't like Ying Yimei."

　　 Ye Tianxin was not a hypocrite, she just didn't like Ying Yimei.

　　 The calculation in Ying Yimei's eyes was so obvious that Ye Tianxin wanted to tear her face apart.

　　 "It's fine if you don't like her. She's not even that important. Why bother wasting your anger on someone so insignificant?"

　　 Li Qingcang stretched out his hand and squeezed Ye Tianxin's small face. Her face was full of collagen. He felt good when he squeezed it.

　　 It was elastic.

　　 He felt that he simply couldn't part with it.

　　 "Brother Li, I think Ying Yimei will steal you from me."

　　 Ying Yimei's presence had given Ye Tianxin a heightened sense of danger.

　　 She had to hold Li Qingcang firmly in her hands.