bed her slender wrist, trying to throw her off the bed.Ice-cold palms, the warmth of the wrist grasped tightly, was extremely high. Fu Mo Han's sword eyebrows furrowed deeply, he loosened her wrist, b...In response to the national clean network initiative, the content of this chapter is being reviewed.turned to calm. She turned her head and saw Xu Ronghua walking down the stairs in a floral dress, carrying a bag.With worry, sat down on the sofa, "I've been calling Zhao Mei these past few days, but...