"Mr. Ye, madam, she said that wise people don't fall in love."
"She is a wise person, so who am I?" Ye Buxiu raised his head forty-five degrees and looked up at the sky. His face revealed three parts of confusion, three parts of reluctance, and one part of worry, and the other three parts were a bit unpredictable.
"Idiot, you are my pain in breathing." Qiao BuMian came over and hugged the melancholy man from the back.
Ye Buxiu pursed her lips and smiled, complaining in her heart, who said you can't fall in love while sleeping? He obviously loves me very much.
