The wife of a promin

Hearing the cries from upstairs, Hai Ru's lips curved into a faint smile.,The man who came rushing in was like a piece of white jade, wearing a loose ice-purple silk robe that barely contained his clearly defined chest.,"Ye Jiulyang, are you planning to burn incense for me during Qingming Festival" What the hell, he was sleeping like a log. He clearly just fell asleep with his hands and feet all over the place.。