Xu Qinghuan Fu Huai

He lightly placed one hand on his waist, leaning slightly to the side. The occasional movement of the curtains allowed sunlight to bathe his deep features, a scene so beautiful she couldn't tear her gaze away.,Both morally and logically, I should be thanking him.,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.。