Novels by Ye Chen an

Ye Chen said casually: "Yes, you can call me whatever you like.",Ye Chen felt a trace of sweetness at this moment when she saw her smile as sweet as maple syrup.,she doesn't know how to describe this change. If she was injured before, it was like a porcelain vase smashed on the ground and full of fragments, then now she is like a broken porcelain bottle rewind and play, and the fragments all over the ground quickly come back to form a complete self, unharmed and never a bit chapped.。