“Xiaoyu…” looking at the two people gazing at each other with deep affection, Ye called out with a slightly hurt expression.
“This lady hero, I really am not your Xiaoyu. Please, can you stop this already?”
Meng Xiaoyu, pulled back to reality by that slightly hurt voice, stepped out of Han Rushuang’s embrace and said weakly.
“Yuer, she?”
Hearing Meng Xiaoyu’s words, Han Rushuang looked puzzled.
“Oh, she mistook me for another Xiaoyu. Although I am also called Xiaoyu, I am not the Xiaoyu she is talking about.”
Seeing Han Rushuang’s confused expression, Meng Xiaoyu explained softly, yawning several...
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