Yan Ye grabbed the hair tie on her head and pulled it gently, causing Beiting Huang's long hair to fall down. He grabbed the bracelet on her wrist and turned it gently, changing the function of concealment. The image of a young man in front of him changed drastically. The young girl's gentle fragrance wafted towards Yan Ye's nose. He stared fixedly at Beiting Huang's face, and the longing in his eyes was undisguised. "Huang'er, you can't escape. You have feelings for me, right?"
Beiting Huang lowered his eyes, not daring to look at his face.
