Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"HMM... OK," Ye Qingcheng moved her body. She didn't know whether to keep a posture for a long time or because of the cold weather. Ye Qingcheng felt a little stiff. She moved her body.

"Qingcheng," Dongfang Shijin slightly loosened his hand and looked at Ye Qingcheng's blue lips. Although she said it was ok, Dongfang Shijin still felt bad. "Qingcheng, I'm sorry to take you to live this life... And this life will last for a while."

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Ye Qingcheng's hair was blown slightly by the sea breeze. She looked at the Oriental world brocade. At this moment, it appeared in her mind