His obscure throat was blocked, but he couldn't make any sound.
The French French windows were hung with golden curtains, and the white tassels under the curtains were swaying silently. Her bright and soft eyes were knitted, and her long eyelashes were moistened by some warm liquid. Very quickly, they slid down the corner of her eye onto the pillow towel and entered the pillow.
Lu Ping didn't say anything else. Her eyes were filled with awe. What could he say now?
Knowing that he could not persuade her, Lu Ping quickly left the wedding room without a sound.
"Third Young Master! "The Commander is here!" Very quickly, a girl ran to the door and whispered.
"Yes, I understand."
"Shi Lin!" Before Shen Shilin could turn around, a heavy and hoarse voice came from behind.
Old Man son's body
