Chapter 939: A Year, If Huo Jiao Left, Her Son Would Give He

hao-ting threw his coat onto the sofa and tiptoed into the master bedroom, turning on a bedside lamp.Wen Man slept soundly.A fair face as clean as white plum, nestled against the pillow, with a head o...r curly hair to be fluffy. It felt especially soft to the touch.As Wen Man put on her shoes, she touched her smooth, white calf.A warm feeling flowed through her heart.Actually, Huo Shaoting has rais...