Xu Qinghuan Fu Huai

When the pot here was just boiling, Fu Yan shi woke up.,"You can call me Yan Shi at home." He strode forward, his long legs carrying him to Xu Qinghuan's side. "Hand me your hand.",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.。