Xu Qinghuan Fu Huai
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author: Xu Qinghuan Fu Huai
Fu Yan was nowhere to be seen, and then suddenly he appeared, with a medical kit in his hand.,No, no! I must have misheard! Or perhaps Fu Yanshi mistook me for a replacement again. This gentleness shouldn't belong to me.,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.。