the clean branches, the clean hay, and the warm ones that had been baked with fire before, Xia Qing was lying on the new bunk made by Su Hao, looking at the bunk that had been piled up with hay at the beginning, his eyes were full of love....
the clean branches, the clean hay, and the warm ones that had been baked with fire before, Xia Qing was lying on the new bunk made by Su Hao, looking at the bunk that had been piled up with hay at the beginning, his eyes were full of love....