Fu Mo's white shirt.Fu Mo Han's cold and stern face, utterly dark as ink, loosened the bowl of medicine towards Tian Tian. As Lin Jin Ran stood up, he quickly pulled out a tissue from beside the bed,...Lin Jinran was startled, then her eyes widened in surprise. She stepped down the stairs excitedly step by step. 。

The man standing beside the swing glanced at him and strode over. He extended his right hand gracefully, and Lin Jinran's lips curled into a smile as he raised his hand to clasp the man's palm. 。With a slight squeeze of her hand, Fu MoHan led her towards the wooden swing. 。

“Slow down”ack hair fell casually over her shoulders. Her old and clean pajamas were slightly open at the collar, revealing one side of her delicate shoulder.Following the neckline, his gaze traveled downward, a...