C1089 Dongfang Mingshuo Was also Dissolute

He gently combed the hair in front of Liu Yingying's eyebrows. At this moment, Zhao Sanjin only felt a warmth in his heart. Having a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

At the same time, in another courtyard of Yanjing, it was already crowded with people. If one looked carefully, one would find that there were a few familiar faces inside. Other than Liu Suneng, Gao Tianxiang