C318 A Pickled Pig Hand
A warm current that smelled like tobacco instantly caressed her cheeks. "Even if the marriage contract still exists, you're still my wife …"
He let go of his hand and sat back down on the sofa.
He picked up the remote control on the coffee table and turned on the TV, "What are you still doing there? Why aren't you cooking?" Even if you are not hungry now, the children are hungry