Ye Tongtong bit her lip, her eyes turning red, "Young Master Ye, rest assured, I won't pester Young Master Yu anymore. I'm leaving now!"
After saying that, Ye Tongtong turned around to run because she was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would not be able to hold back her tears in front of Ye Zhuoming.
However, just as she had reached the door, an arm suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her way.
She paused for a moment and looked up.
Ye Zhuoming was looking down at her from above, "Did I ever say that I befriended you so that you wouldn't cling to Ah Qian?"
Ye Tongtong was stunned for a moment, "Young Master Ye?"
Ye Zhuoming looked down at her, his hand hooking up her chin.
She was especially tender, with delicate skin and a soft voice, tender like a freshly peeled egg.
Ye Zhuoming actually quite liked this type.
"How about I give it a try?"
Ye Tongtong was a bit flustered.
Her mind went blank as she stood against the wall, unable to move.
