63 Chapter 63

"I just want you."

Yang Xueyi's face flushed from Ying Yun's kiss, but she wasn't blinded by lust. She had a lot of questions to answer—

"Ying Yun, you said you liked me, but you never confessed your feelings to me. Where's the love letter you wrote to me? Why didn't I see it?"

"And what about 'The Last Summer'? How come I never received it?"

"You said you asked An Xin to pretend to break her leg, so why didn't you let me accompany you to the prom? As soon as An Xin's leg healed, you dumped me and told me you didn't need me anymore!"

"I dislocated my joint and asked you to help me carry a sandwich, but you ended up hanging around my neck!"

"From the age of fifteen to twenty-five, you treated me so badly! How dare you say you like me! Ying Yun, do you know how others pursued me? You are definitely the worst of all those who pursued me and the one who should be kicked out."

"It's no wonder I didn't know you liked me for ten years!"

Ying Yun pulled Yang Xueyi's hand, and felt a very warm temperature in his palm.

He didn't refute it, and obviously acknowledged his own terrible situation back then: "I know I was terrible back then, so I once thought that becoming like this with you was God's punishment for me."

"I didn't dance with An Xin at prom. I didn't dance with anyone that day."

"When you dislocated your joint, I really needed surgery, and I didn't want you to ask someone else to bring it up, giving them the opportunity to show your affection. Besides, I know your condition best; it's not serious at all. You could have brought it up yourself. I really don't understand what you're up to. Are you trying to play me a trick with this change in attitude towards me?"

"I'm just pretending not to like you. In fact, I even need to drink alcohol before filming a Vlog with you, so that I can have an excuse to avoid it by making my face or ears red. I don't want you to see the clues."

Ying Yun seemed reluctant to explain, but he said it anyway: "It's hard for me to control myself when I'm close to you. It was even because of this when the power went out in the villa when I was eighteen and you hugged me that I quickly pushed you away."

He lowered his eyes and his voice became very low: "Yang Xueyi, I never thought you would like me."

"Because if you liked me, you wouldn't give me two thousand dollars and just throw it away."

Yang Xueyi was stunned. "You're crazy! The two thousand is my compensation for not wanting to shoot a Vlog with you. I thought you had someone you liked and wanted to confess your feelings to. If that's the case, it wouldn't be appropriate to shoot a couple Vlog with me again. The original part-time job fee for shooting that Vlog was two thousand, so I didn't want to shoot it with you anymore. I'm just making up for your labor fee."

Ying Yun seemed a little surprised.

"The signal was bad that day, so the previous messages weren't sent, but the transfer went through. I wanted to explain, but didn't you say you dropped your phone and all the messages disappeared? You didn't receive the money either, so I assumed you didn't see anything, so I didn't explain. Plus, you didn't have a girlfriend and were still single. It was all just a misunderstanding on my part, and you continued this relationship with me. Of course, there's nothing to say."

Yang Xueyi glared at Ying Yun: "So your phone wasn't broken at all, you saw it all. Are you lying again?"

Ying Yun, who lied that his phone was broken and he didn't see the message, felt a little uncomfortable. He looked away and avoided Yang Xueyi's question.

Yang Xueyi was speechless. "Ying Yun, are you mistaken? Are you worth two thousand a night? Didn't you enjoy it or what? You still want me to give you two thousand? You're dreaming. Besides, I wouldn't humiliate you like that. I'd pay you after we have sex and treat you like a product, right?"

Ying Yun looked at her without saying anything.

He is tall, straight and handsome, and seems to be the focus of the crowd wherever he goes. However, at this moment, Ying Yun is humble, and he is really unsure.

He really thought that in Yang Xueyi's eyes, he was just a product that could be consumed with some money.

It turns out that even Ying Yun would feel nervous, uneasy, and worried to the point of feeling inferior.

He would even clearly misunderstand that Yang Xueyi was paying him to get rid of her, but he would still endure the humiliation and pretend not to see it. He didn't even have the courage to question Yang Xueyi. He continued to shamelessly hang around Yang Xueyi like a poor original wife who knew that her spouse was cheating but pretended to be blind and tolerated it. He would rather endure humiliation and give in in exchange for superficial peace and maintain the stability of the relationship.

It doesn't seem like Ying Yun at all.

Yang Xueyi never thought that the truth would be like this.

I never dared to imagine that I would be loved silently by Ying Yun like this, but when I think of the ten years I missed with Ying Yun due to a series of coincidences, I feel a sense of stagnation and regret.

Finally she couldn't hold back her tears and they fell again. She felt angry and regretful.

Yang Xueyi pushed Ying Yun's shoulder and said, "It's all your fault! I haven't confessed my feelings properly in the past ten years. I wasted so much time. Are you waiting for me to confess? Why do you like me?"

Ying Yun gently reached out his hand and wiped away Yang Xueyi's tears: "I'm sorry, Yang Xueyi. It's all my fault."

His upright attitude of admitting his mistakes made it seem as if Yang Xueyi could say whatever she wanted. He had no bottom line or requirements for Yang Xueyi, which made Yang Xueyi feel embarrassed. "Forget it, I forgive you."

"You said that you realized you had no parent-child relationship with Mr. Ying. Puberty, combined with a sudden breakdown in your identity, coupled with academic pressure, and the unexpected death of your dog, who had been with you for years, made you lucky you didn't go crazy. I mercifully forgive you!"

Ying Yun glanced at Yang Xueyi, looking a bit amused and helpless: "Yang Xueyi, why didn't I realize you were so considerate and thoughtful before?"

There was no sofa in the wooden house, only a simple bed. Ying Yun sat down, then pulled Yang Xueyi and let her sit astride his lap.

The two of them sat face to face like this. Ying Yun's legs were very hot and his muscles were hard. Yang Xueyi moved to make herself more comfortable.

Of course she knew the sarcasm in Ying Yun's words and wanted to scold him, but in order to prove that she was indeed considerate and good-tempered, she finally held back and just glared at Ying Yun.

"Do you really want to know?"

Ying Yun held Yang Xueyi's waist and said, "Do you want to know why?"

"It's not that I haven't thought about confessing my feelings." Ying Yun lowered his eyes, as if he had made a great decision. "I know I was terrible back then, but you were really tolerant of me then, always putting up with my indifference. It seemed like no matter what I did, you wouldn't get angry. It seemed like you really loved me."

"So I was fooled into thinking you were that kind of person."

"On your fifteenth birthday, I wanted to tell you how much I loved you. I wanted to apologize and admit my mistakes, treat you well from now on, and I hoped to have the chance to be your boyfriend to make up for my previous rebellious behavior. So I searched for a long time and bought you the book 'The Last Summer'."

"I've been writing love letters for a long time, but I'm never satisfied with any of them. I wrote and threw them away, threw them away and wrote again. I finally finished the final version before your birthday and put it in the book, wanting to give it to you."

At this point, as if afraid that Yang Xueyi would misunderstand, Ying Yun quickly added: "Of course, I like you now too. No matter what kind of you you are, I like you."

Yang Xueyi's eyes widened, feeling like she had missed out on a hundred million. She immediately accused Ying Yun, "Then why didn't you give it to me?"

"You and Aunt Yang went out during the day, and I didn't see you. I actually went to the nanny's room to look for you at night."

Ying Yun didn't say anything else, just pursed his lips and looked at Yang Xueyi quietly.

Yang Xueyi wanted to continue scolding Ying Yun. She tried hard to recall the night of her fifteenth birthday, and then suddenly stopped.

When she looked into Ying Yun's eyes and saw the obscure emotions in his eyes, Yang Xueyi understood everything.

"Did you hear that?"

"Um."

The African night is vast and open. Even though she is indoors, Yang Xueyi can hear the chirping of insects outside. The bonfire party seems not to be over yet, and the sound of someone singing can be heard faintly. Inside the house, Yang Xueyi is holding Ying Yun's hand and is very rarely silent.

After a moment, Ying Yun's voice rang out again: "I didn't know that your enthusiasm for me was just fake, and that you actually hated me so much. That's why I didn't send you the gift or the love letter."

"Hearing how much you hated me, I stopped dancing with you. I didn't want to see any trace of dislike on your face, so I found an excuse and cut off our dance practice, like I was destroying a bridge after crossing it. It was just because it made me look like I was the one who rejected you first, and it seemed like I had more self-respect."

"When I was eighteen, I was so stupid that I didn't realize that self-esteem meant nothing compared to you. So I clung to my pitiful self-esteem so pathetically and ridiculously that I didn't have the energy to do anything else."

Ying Yun's voice was indifferent, as if he had no emotional ups and downs. However, what kind of mood was the eighteen-year-old in when he heard Yang Xueyi's angry words?

"Yang Xueyi, this is my first love."

"It's over before it even begins."

"That's why I never thought you would like me."

…

Yang Xueyi rarely regrets.

But at this moment, she bit her lips, recalling the night when she was fifteen, and she felt a kind of regret that was too late to bear.

It turned out that Ying Yun had heard everything she said casually to vent her emotions.

"That's not what I meant. I do hate you a little, but I also like you. You were pretty bad back then, but not that bad."

Yang Xueyi didn't know what to say.

"You were so arrogant back then. It felt like you were looking down on me, so high and mighty. You were so distant from me. I always felt clumsy in front of you. You were so rich, yet you still called me unlucky because your dog died."

Yang Xueyi still feels aggrieved when she talks about it now: "I didn't want to come to your house either. You lost your dog, and I lost my grandmother who depended on me for everything. I'm also very sad, but I'm afraid my mother will worry, so I can only pretend that nothing happened. In fact, I feel very depressed and confused."

"Although my mother is my mother, we basically didn't live together before this. She knows you better than I do. She takes your family's salary and spends most of her time taking care of you. Compared to me, she is more like your mother."

"I want to be close to her, but I don't know how. I just want to avoid causing her any trouble. I've arrived in a new city without a single friend. You guys seem to be living in a glamorous future, while I feel like a time traveler from the gray past. We're not even from the same era, and we don't fit in at all."

"Actually, I'm very scared and nervous. You're so picky and always have a cold face. I don't know how to please you, and every day is very uncomfortable."

Ying Yun hugged Yang Xueyi, rested his head on her shoulder, and patted her back gently. A low cello-like sound rang in Yang Xueyi's ears: "Yang Xueyi, I didn't know you were so upset at that time. I was too young and stupid at that time. I only knew how to immerse myself in my own affairs."

"What's past is past, so it's okay, Yang Xueyi. You don't have to explain to me or apologize to me."

"Who wants to apologize?!" Yang Xueyi pushed Ying Yun away.

"You have everything: money, good looks, a great figure, and a good brain, but you also took away my mother's love. What's wrong with me being jealous of you and hating you?"

Yang Xueyi was angry and upset: "Besides, you treat me so badly, it's easier to hate you. If I like someone who hates me, that would be a failure."

Yang Xueyi is no longer able to simulate the state of mind of a fifteen-year-old. At that time, she had not thought about what her feelings towards Ying Yun were, but hating Ying Yun seemed like a politically correct way to express her emotions.

Especially when her mother praised Ying Yun to the heavens every time, it further aroused Yang Xueyi's rebellious heart.

As a result, she angrily confronted Ying Yun, but Ying Yun just smiled at her.

"I'm rich, handsome, have a good figure, and a good brain. It turns out I have so many advantages in your eyes."

Yang Xueyi really wanted to ask Ms. Yang Meiying to come and see his shameless face.

What's so good about Ying Yun? Only Ms. Yang Meiying has been stubborn and stubborn.

Regardless, Yang Xueyi was ready to turn the tables. She glared at Ying Yun angrily and began to criticize him again, "Ying Yun, after all, it's not my fault. I'm only fifteen years old, and many minors have immature views. Isn't that common sense? Legally, I'm a person with limited civil capacity. My values haven't even been fully formed yet. Shouldn't I be exempt from liability for scolding you?"

"You're an 18-year-old adult, why are you bothering with a minor like me? And you've been holding a grudge for so many years, so later you keep calling me a hypocrite? You think I'm a bad person because I say one thing and do another behind the scenes, right?"

"And to be honest, aren't you the more hypocritical one?"

"I cursed you outright, so openly. How about you? Haven't you cursed me behind my back over the past few years? You've called me hypocritical in your heart countless times, right? You even demonized me. As soon as I approached Li Junxin, you said I was looking to marry into a wealthy family by hooking up with a man. When three condoms fell out of my pocket, you thought I was going to get a room. Those three condoms were simply slipped to me by Qiao Qianqian as a joke! I don't have that idea at all! And I don't even like the style with raised dots and threads!"

"If it weren't for you, I would still be a pure virgin in my mother's eyes! Maybe after the blind date, I would have entered into a traditional marriage and won my mother's approval!"

Yang Xueyi grew angrier as she spoke: "How could I do this to you behind my mom's back? And you even lied to my mom and made up all sorts of excuses not to go on those blind dates she arranged!"

"Apologize! Apologize to me!"

After counting all the incidents one by one, Yang Xueyi was so angry that she felt chest tightness and ordered Ying Yun to apologize on the spot.

"I didn't want to sleep with a man at all. I think it was you who wanted to sleep with me so badly that's why I said something in anger and you went shopping. Then you took off all my clothes without any preparation."

"Didn't you like me before you had a relationship with me? You must think it's pie in the sky and be secretly happy to death, right?"

It's a pity that Yang Xueyi even felt embarrassed and ashamed towards Ying Yun at the beginning.

When this matter was mentioned, although Ying Yun's eyes became less bright and upright, he still stubbornly shirked responsibility: "You could have clarified it at that time."

"How can we clarify things at that time? If we clarify things in that situation, doesn't that mean we'll never have anything to do with each other again?"

Yang Xueyi immediately tried to justify her impulsiveness and lustful nature, saying, "I'm known for my kindness. Your family was going through such a catastrophic change, and you were being ridiculed and taunted by those around you. If I had continued like this, what if you'd become so overwhelmed that you committed suicide? Would I be legally responsible?"

"It's all your fault anyway! Don't try to make excuses!"

Yang Xueyi wanted Ying Yun to apologize, and Ying Yun apologized quickly.

He held Yang Xueyi's hand: "Okay, I apologize, it's my fault."

He paused, and said in a low voice: "I wanted to have sex with you so badly that I took off your clothes too quickly."

If anyone else said this, it would be very vulgar, but when Ying Yun said it, it didn't feel that way. Instead, it sounded like an alternative kind of flirting and a disguised confession of love. It was so sexy that it made Yang Xueyi dizzy, leaving only a violent heartbeat and an obsession with Ying Yun.

However, Yang Xueyi was very sure that although Ying Yun apologized, he did not reflect on himself at all. Not only did his expression show no apology, but it even showed that he was certain that he would do the same to Yang Xueyi again if he had the chance to do so again.

But the words following the apology couldn't be more true.

Because of the way Yang Xueyi sat on Ying Yun's legs, even if he still wanted to lie, Yang Xueyi knew that there were some facts that could not be hidden.

Yang Xueyi's hand was originally on Ying Yun's shoulder in the same posture as when she pushed Ying Yun away just now, but now it slid down along his chest with ill intentions, accurately grabbing the thing on Ying Yun's body that was much harder than his mouth.

"Ying Yun."

"I'm confessing my feelings to you. Can you please calm down?"

As if Yang Xueyi had caught him in the act, Ying Yun's face flushed slightly, and he became a little shy, which was unusual for him. However, he still kept a straight face and accused Yang Xueyi in a deep voice: "How can I calm down when you put your hand there?"

"Oh. Really?"

Unfortunately, Yang Xueyi showed no sign of repentance. She even kept pressing on, leaning over and kissing Ying Yun on the cheek, then slowly moving down to find his lips.

However, just when Ying Yun thought that Yang Xueyi would kiss him, Yang Xueyi stopped just one millimeter away from his lips, then she leaned back with a smile and opened her mouth slightly.

"Ying Yun, do you want to kiss me?"

Ying Yun almost immediately reached out and held Yang Xueyi's back, fearing that she would accidentally fall down if she leaned back. His eyes were focused on Yang Xueyi's lips. Her red lips were slightly open, and he could vaguely see her flexible and small tongue tip.

Under the dim light, Yang Xueyi's long black hair looked like misty fog, with an evil hue. Her pupils were also black, like round glass marbles, making Ying Yun feel as if he was staring into the abyss. However, the danger was clearly not concealed, but it was shining in the night, making it impossible to refuse.

Yang Xueyi was wearing a simple white T-shirt, but in Ying Yun's eyes it was not simple at all.

He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Ying Yun kissed Yang Xueyi's lips without any concentration or thinking, wanting to swallow everything about her and also wanting her to swallow everything about him.

Yang Xueyi seemed determined to carry out her evil to the end, and even seemed to have grown two black wings out of thin air, like a beautiful succubus.

She couldn't wait to welcome Ying Yun's kiss, sucking and grabbing the tip of Ying Yun's tongue, as if she was hungry and accepted everything, demanding all the energy from Ying Yun.

Yang Xueyi's hands also began to stir, as if exploring a mysterious and deserted secret room. She moved and rubbed slowly, going up and down the elevator like a child playing, moving from the bottom floor to the roof, and then from the roof down, back and forth, enjoying it.

Ying Yun became unbearable, and his suppressed breathing became louder in his ears.

He had to do something to resist the malicious guidance of the evil succubus within him.

So he stretched out his hand, put it on Yang Xueyi's waist, and slowly moved and caressed it.

Sure enough, after a while, Yang Xueyi's waist became soft and her legs also became soft. Although she was still sitting astride Ying Yun's legs, she was unable to close them. She could only look at Ying Yun with wet eyes, like a deer that didn't know its own place and jumped into a trap.

Then the fawn stood up and broke free of some of the shackles as if bravely breaking free from the ropes in a trap.

The hem of her white T-shirt was so long that it even covered part of her legs. She sat astride Ying Yun's legs again, as if trying to find a more comfortable position.

Compared to Yang Xueyi, Ying Yun was too tall, so even when sitting, Yang Xueyi had to tiptoe slightly to maintain balance. She just calmly sat astride Ying Yun's legs, shaking her smooth and white calves.

Combined with her face, it looks both innocent and wanton.

Ying Yun held her waist, and as he moved, the hem of her white T-shirt slid across Yang Xueyi's legs, outlining her graceful curves.

There was nothing underneath the white T-shirt.

Nothing.

The temperature was cool at night, but when Ying Yun looked at Yang Xueyi in front of him, he felt anxious and stuffy, as if she was about to catch fire.

Ying Yun's hand traced Yang Xueyi's tight and delicate waistline, then lifted the hem of her white T-shirt.

Ying Yun's voice became uncontrollably hoarse, and he lifted the hem of Yang Xueyi's T-shirt to her red lips.

Ying Yun didn't say anything, but Yang Xueyi already understood.

She bit a small part of the hem of her clothes obediently as if she would obey anything.

In the dim light, her skin was so white that it seemed to be glowing, making the light pink on her face look even more tender and shy.

Yang Xueyi tilted her neck back, her body tensely bent into an arc, and almost offered herself to Ying Yun's mouth like a sacrifice. Ying Yun didn't hesitate.

She soon felt the touch of Ying Yun's hair on her chest.

Yang Xueyi inevitably felt her legs go weak, as if she had fallen into the humid summer rainy season.

This wasn't the first time I did this with Ying Yun, but I was more nervous and excited than ever before.

She heard the sound of her own heartbeat and was completely bewildered and panicked.

Too shy to close my eyes.

However, once vision is lost, other sensory experiences are magnified countless times.

Yang Xueyi heard Ying Yun unbuckle his belt, then he seemed to open his suitcase and take something out, followed by the sound of aluminum foil being torn open...

Yang Xueyi knew what Ying Yun was doing without even looking.

She finally couldn't help but open her eyes, but after just one glance at Ying Yun, Yang Xueyi looked away as if her gaze was burned.

It seems like no matter how many times I see it, I never get used to it.

However, something like that had been put into her body countless times.

It was as if she had tasted the sweetness of it. At just one glance, Yang Xueyi became even weaker, as if she had no strength left. Ying Yun pulled her up, and she didn't fall down completely.

She was in a daze and was held on Ying Yun's lap again. However, this time, as if sensing the approaching danger, Yang Xueyi struggled wildly and tried to run away.

Ying Yun had clearly not done anything yet, but Yang Xueyi could already imagine what he would do.

Dry knuckles always act as pioneers in exploring the way, as if to confirm whether the road surface leading to the depths is slippery enough.

Then Yang Xueyi heard Ying Yun's low chuckle: "Yang Xueyi, why do you seem a little anxious?"

Yang Xueyi was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to regret it right then and there if Ying Yun hadn't held her hand tightly.

"Ying Yun, how are you better than me?"

"Aren't we going to Africa to provide medical assistance? Why are you ready with everything? What's wrong with you, a doctor? You seem a little dishonest and have bad intentions."

Even at this moment, Yang Xueyi still enjoyed showing off her eloquence.

She deliberately leaned close to Ying Yun's ear and said with certainty, "It seems like just a few minutes ago someone swore that he wouldn't do anything to me if I came to his room, and told me not to worry. How could you forget your roots so quickly? Ying Yun, were you a fraud in your previous life?"

However, Ying Yun's expression remained unchanged as she continued to mock him. He simply glanced at her and said, "It's already late at night. I'm afraid you'll disturb your colleague's rest and affect your relationship with him in the future."

"Besides, you can't sleep, right?"

“Who said that?”

"You have such big dark circles under your eyes, Yang Xueyi. I guess you haven't slept well since the earthquake. Fortunately, I'm here."

As he spoke, the hand covering Yang Xueyi's chest began to move, as if stroking a cat, but the movements were not so innocent.

As if feeling a little shy and awkward, he leaned over and kissed Yang Xueyi's lips.

It was obvious that the two of them had done this tacitly countless times, and even 80% of the various positions on the Internet had been explored, but at this moment, Ying Yun instead had a kind of awkward innocence, and his ears turned red, as if it was the first time.

Yang Xueyi also became shy, her heart beating uncontrollably fast. She bit Ying Yun's lips, wondering why Ying Yun, who had such soft lips, had such a hard thing in contrast.

Ying Yun's hands continued to make trouble, making Yang Xueyi almost collapse.

As if afraid that Yang Xueyi would slip, Ying Yun held her hips with his hands.

Yang Xueyi's entire body felt concentrated in one place, and she felt as if her scalp was about to explode.

Like a fish on a chopping board, or a tiger prawn being threaded on a bamboo skewer, Yang Xueyi was forced to feel that slow torture, swimming out of the muddy water, and being messed up by Ying Yun.

Yang Xueyi, however, was still adding fuel to the fire and courting her own death. She leaned close to Ying Yun's ear and whispered, "Ying Yun, let me tell you a secret."

"I wasn't looking for my colleague. I was looking for you. I never thought of considering anyone else. I only wanted you."

The instigator had a dark look in his eyes, looking both restrained and out of control.

He stared into Yang Xueyi's eyes and chuckled softly, "Yang Xueyi, you've been so kind to me. I'll definitely repay you."

Even though he clearly said he would repay her, Yang Xueyi didn't feel it. She bit her lips tightly. Ying Yun was not repaying her at all. His restless hands clearly seemed to be taking revenge on her.

He kissed Yang Xueyi and leaned close to her ear: "Yang Xueyi, it doesn't matter whether you are a virgin or not. You are also pure now."

"What purity is there? It's all been polluted by you. Even the whitest piece of paper has been stained by you!"

"Really? I don't think so."

Ying Yun pressed his slightly damp fingertips against Yang Xueyi's waist, as if to check if she had eaten too much. He pressed down on Yang Xueyi's flat, white belly and said, "It looks like you haven't eaten anything yet, so how could it be contaminated?"

Almost in an instant, Yang Xueyi's blood seemed to rush to her head, making her like an overloaded and short-circuited circuit. She was completely thinking about other things and was only triggered by Ying Yun's words.

"Ying Yun, why are you so perverted? You say such dirty things."

"Pervert? No."

Ying Yun kissed Yang Xueyi, leaving her unable to refute. He did not admit his own problems at all, but his actions fulfilled Yang Xueyi's condemnation.

He kept making excuses while advancing.

"Isn't it normal to put it in?"

Ying Yun's voice was extremely sexy, and Yang Xueyi soon felt his oppressive masculine aura from a negative distance.

Yang Xueyi only felt that the temperature around her body suddenly rose and the air in the room changed.

It becomes ambiguous and sultry, moist and lingering, with a hint of stickiness in the sweetness.

It was like some new type of punishment, brewing thousands of feelings, making Yang Xueyi almost unbearable.

She sat on Ying Yun, her body fixed in place like some kind of torture, unable to move at all.

Like a wild horse she had ridden as a child, Yang Xueyi seemed to be sitting on the back of a naughty horse, like a lone boat on the bumpy waves, having lost all meaning of resistance. She could only obey the wind and waves, go with the flow, and get whatever she wanted.

Unexpectedly, his words came true. Yang Xueyi was really messed up by Ying Yun for the whole night.

【Author’s words】

This chapter will drop 200 red envelopes

[covering face and peeking] Tomorrow will also be sweet, and there are still a lot of old accounts to go through. We Xueyi