Chapter 187: What Wish?

d red like an apple ripe for the picking, emitting a sweet fragrance.His clothes were rumpled, thrown carelessly to his shoulders, revealing a pale expanse of shoulder and collarbone.Fu Mo Han had nev...htly kissed Hou Shao's hand, holding her in his arms and closing his eyes to sleep soundly.The afternoon sun was sultry and dry, shut out by the drawn curtains, not affecting the person sleeping sound...