The little sweetheart dressed as the ghost king

People knead into their own flesh and blood, and no one can separate them.Ye Lin didn't know what was wrong with him, he felt that something was wrong with him, but he didn't want to get to the bottom of it.

Forget it, so be it, and that's fine.In Ye Lin's heart, a voice kept saying this.

Ye Lin's eyes gradually deepened, looking at the person in his arms, he hugged him a little tighter, until he hummed softly as if he couldn't bear it, Ye Lin slowly relaxed his strength.

When I woke up the next day, only Xiji was left on the bed. When I realized this, Xiji felt very angry, the kind that could last for a long time.