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.,He finished speaking and then bowed his head to begin treating his wounds.,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.。