Chapter 939: A Year, If Huo Jiao Left, Her Son Would Give He

addy, warm my little feet!"Ho Shao-ting lay flat, reaching out to switch on a bedside lamp.His auburn hair, curled and fluffy, fell softly on his face like a squirrel's tail. His fair cheeks were pres...rately wanted to grab her hand, regardless of the consequences... But when he looked up, his fiancée was standing on the other side of the hallway, looking at him softly and tenderly.Zhang Beiyan's fi...