For a moment, Lin Jinran's heart pounded

she carefully typed another line of words again. 。Thus you came and went, speaking little. Fu Mochen was mostly a listener, unwittingly passing two hours. 。Zhang Sao brought over the nourishing soup.... Fu Mochen frowned unpleasantly, his voice becoming even colder, like an icy sword piercing the vulnerable heart of Lin Jinran. 。"What means did you use to make me marry you" She saw the undisguised...