Hun Ye

Three months ago——Gu Ye squinted his eyes, and turned his eyes around him. When he passed by, he held a cigarette in both hands, and a sneering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Master Rabbit!" Three months later—Gu Ye thought of Ji Qianfan's "Mr. means out.The articulation and pronunciation are different, and every time he yells, he scratches his heart like a cat's paw.One is a pissed-off rich second generation and the other is a icy dancer. This is an endless chase.