Xia Yuning thinks that opens the mouth to ask: „Ye Xinghe, do you like An Xueyun?”
„Um.” Ye Xinghe has complied with one.
„Um is likes or does not like?” Xia Yuning asked furiously.
Ye Xinghe is silent, had not replied.
Xia Yuning appears is somewhat desolate and moved, lies on the knee, because is worried to be discovered that they do not have the raising bonfire, in the forests often has the intermittent cold wind to blow, blows makes Xia Yuning cold in immediately trembles.
As if felt that anything, Ye Xinghe wrinkled the brow, the sinking sound track: „Here is a little probably strange!”