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.,"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.",He could allow for happy reunions, yet in his words there seemed to be a hint of indulgence and helplessness...。