C21 Wash Her Hands and Make Soup for Her

"Fu Sichen!" Tang Weiwei happily fell into Fu Sichen's embrace. When she felt his warm body temperature, the tip of her nose was filled with his sweet fragrance. Only then did she believe that she wasn't hallucinating.

She's not dead.

Fortunately, it was him. Fortunately, he came …

The tears that stopped were uncontrollable at this moment, rolling down like beads with a broken string