Xu Qinghuan Fu Huai

After washing her face with cold water in the bathroom, Xu Qinghuan tossed those inappropriate thoughts out of her mind and walked to the kitchen, thinking about making breakfast for Fu Yan.,Both morally and logically, I should be thanking him.,After Fu Yan finished her meal, she gracefully wiped her thin lips. She was still frowning, thinking about it, and there was still half a bowl of porridge left.。