she smiled helplessly.She was just about to delete the video when the door handle turned softly...Ho Shaoting appeared at the door.A white shirt, and a neatly ironed pair of gray trousers.She wore a...Though Lu Qian was in pain, he still gently touched his little head.

Look at the pearl again.

Eye contact, always profound.

Though they went their separate ways, there was still a powerful relationship between them, as Ho Chun-tung put it, they still had to be relatives. just as she loved him!Ho Shaoting leaned gently against the back of his chair, tilting his head slightly upward, his tight throat rolling up and down... He always said Wen Man couldn't afford to play...