It was still dark the next day, and Yu Ye, who had lost consciousness, gradually regained consciousness in Ji Qinglin's arms.
Her long black hair was spread behind her head, and her handsome and heroic face was now a little more feminine and a little tired. Her watery apricot eyes were still clear, but there was also a love that did not need to be concealed.
As soon as I raised my head, I saw the teacher close at hand...