Fu Yan grasped the tie's end tightly, saying lightly, "This tie doesn't suit your status.""What you gave me, it fits." Huo Mingzheng led her hand to the collar of his shirt and spoke softly, "It's not... them away with the back of her hand. She bit her pale lips tightly together.Fu Hanlin's usually calm and composed eyes rippled, then became surging waves. His warm fingertips brushed against her eye...