Xu Qinghuan Fu Huai

Just this once, she wanted to indulge herself, just this one time, to savor these moments of tenderness that rightfully belonged to other women.,"You can call me Yan Shi at home." He strode forward, his long legs carrying him to Xu Qinghuan's side. "Hand me your hand.",After Fu Yan finished her meal, she gracefully wiped her thin lips. She was still frowning, thinking about it, and there was still half a bowl of porridge left.。