Xu Qinghuan Fu Huai

He lightly placed one hand on his waist, leaning slightly to the side. The occasional movement of the curtains allowed sunlight to bathe his deep features, a scene so beautiful she couldn't tear her gaze away.,"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.,"Don't you think this title is inappropriate at home"。