Soon, the two arrived before Ye Hishui. The pitch-black dilapidated temple was illuminated by torches.,After finishing his words, one of them grinned wickedly and reached out to tear open Ye Hishui's clothes.,Meanwhile, clover had silently entwined itself in Ye Hisui's jet-black hair at her back. The four leaves trembled constantly, faintly revealing their excitement.。