Ye Jiuyou: "..."
Just such a hesitation, she was already held in the man's arms, his words blowing into her ear, stirring her heart: "Since you're here, don't you want to?"
Ye Jiuyou bit her lower lip.
Of course, it wasn't that she didn't want to; she just wasn't used to being with others. Ye Jiuyou considered herself superior, and had never imagined being in such a situation. The reason she hid him also had something to do with this.
But when the situation really happened, Ye Jiuyou found herself not that resistant after all, and even secretly a little expectant.
Because in front of him, she would expose a wantonness contrary to the order.
Zhao Changhe's hand had already reached into the purple robe, Ye Jiuyou looked at the galloping Yue Hongling, and suddenly wondered, if the other person were Ye Wuming? What would that scene look like?
Just thinking about it, Ye Jiuyou felt like she was being drawn in, a feeling more enticing than any chaos or disorder.
