Xu Qinghuan Fu Huai

He was still in that dark silk robe, his sleep-tousled hair making him seem less fierce and more approachable.,No, no! I must have misheard! Or perhaps Fu Yanshi mistook me for a replacement again. This gentleness shouldn't belong to me.,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.。