PREVIEW
... e courtyard gate.
The young girl, newly a bride, spoke gently and softly like water, quietly ’complaining’ to her love.
She quietly sensed his ’subtle’ change, and couldn’t help but curiously guess: "I... I didn’t ’bother’ you this morning, did I? Or maybe by chance, you like me in this men’s Confucian robe..."
Zhao Rong: ......
It seemed like he understood, yet not quite.
Little Qian’er quickly glanced up at Zhao Rong, whose face was slightly reddened. ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE





























