Sixty-one

, his hands instinctively clutching her shoulders. He was most afraid that Xue Ru didn't like him, still held a grudge against the past, and with Zhao Yu Ning's pregnancy, her impression of him was pr...en in December, the day was scorchingly hot. Sweat poured down like rain, leaving the two of them feeling as if they had been pulled from water, drenched and wet with hair clinging together. Their br...