Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Su Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, her features haggard and drawn. She pounded relentlessly on the locked door.,Besides being the daughter of a marquis's household, what else do you have that surpasses me If not for my family background, how could I possibly lose to you,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin, approaching Su Qingyu coquettishly and whispered, "You said first time Let me think, it was at the funeral of Shen's third master. His elders were discussing taking advantage of filial piety to get you married while he was in his study with me, rolling around like thunder and lightning."。