she pursed her lips and held back, at this time the flowers on the bed moved their eyelashes, not knowing if they had heard An Xuetang's voice.After all, An Xue Tang's voice is now as rough as a man's...Every time Feng Ming went out of the mansion and strolled around town, she would bring her gifts.

Over the past six months, An Xue Tang has long become accustomed to it.

And every time Feng Ming came back, she brought unusual and interesting things - things that He had never seen before.

Feng Ming, still holding An An, walked to the table and nudged it with her chin. "Open it and see," she said.ly stunned, Ning'er awkwardly reached out to tug at Fu'er's sleeve at this moment.Fu'er didn't understand what Ning'er meant, so she shook off Ning'er's hand and said angrily:"Ning'er, who are you loy...