Wu Tian smiled half-heartedly, Lin Yue, your only advantage is that you have a cute face.
Lin Ye's gentle smile loomed in the dark night, Xiaoyue, I can't be with you.
Because, I don't love you.
The man wearing a golden mask, his body wrapped in scarlet sheets, his chin propped up with one hand, his expression invisible. Xiaoyue, you are so arrogant, which makes me feel conquered. So, I won't let you go.