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.,The porridge was finally ready. Xu Qinghuan poured two bowls and walked out, only to find Fu Yan時 wasn't there!,When she used to work at a hot pot and barbecue restaurant, this kind of burn happened too often! She didn't even care about more serious ones.。