C700 black fuel

"Hubby? What's the matter with you? "Is there something wrong with that?" Wei Yuhan asked curiously.

This expression seemed to be one of enjoyment, as if he was reminiscing about something beautiful.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just remembered something from the past... "Oh right, has there always been fuel for this kind of lamp?"

Zhao Fengnian regained his senses after hearing Wei Yuhan's question