Ye sang was heartless, and he did not expect her to remember anything.
When Duan Jinyan arrived, they were only halfway through the evening self-study session, and the back door was still open. The young man leaned lazily against the door frame, his beautiful knuckles casually carrying a schoolbag, he immediately saw the little girl lying on the table.
When he arrived, the other students were still whispering to each other, so no one noticed the situation at the back door.
Seeing this, Ye sang walked out directly. Her calves trembled slightly, and her face turned pale from the pain. She grabbed his cufflinks, her little face taut. She wanted to cry but had no tears in her heart.
Forget about the menstrual period. In the end, she still had to call her boyfriend to trouble him.
What the hell was this.
