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.,When Xu Qinghuan opened her eyes, the man beside her was still sleeping.,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.。