one.Suddenly, a warm sensation touched the back of her neck. It was Huo Mingzheng's right hand, its fingertips rough with callouses from years of use, sliding through her hair.The moment he touched he...Aji slowly pushed the wheelchair. It had stopped raining, and the butler hurried forward to take over Aji's work. eat.”Cheng Weiqin frowned. Although she couldn't say she knew her son very well, something like eating grass wouldn't be something he would do."Azhen, you try this. I specially took out the chicken o...