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.,"Five minutes." Fu Yan Shi didn't sit down like a grandfather either, but went to the kitchen to help her bring out the toasted bread.,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.。