Xu Qinghuan Fu Huai

It's possible that he was too tired from the previous day, because for the first time ever, Fu Yan shi didn't wake up at six o'clock.,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.,The porridge was finally ready. Xu Qinghuan poured two bowls and walked out, only to find Fu Yan時 wasn't there!。