C41 Night Market

At seven o'clock that night, Ye Ziheng stood at the door of Lin Ya's house. When he saw Lin Ya open the door for him, he was dumbfounded.

This was Lin Ya?

He saw Lin Ya in the room. She was dressed in a plain white dress, and her long black hair fell behind her shoulders. The blush on her cheeks was like a natural blush, like a ripe red apple. It made people want to take a bite of it