C72 Warm house

When he finally had the chance to bow her head, Xiang Tingxue did not act impulsively. She suppressed her emotions and gently stirred the porridge with her hand, her voice slightly cold as she ridiculed, "You forced yourself to tie up those golden bean and silver beans, what kind of mistake would you have?

His heart ached for her as he tightened his arms around her. "Your name, Zhen Er shaoye