Just this once, she wanted to indulge herself, just this one time, to savor these moments of tenderness that rightfully belonged to other women.,The porridge was finally ready. Xu Qinghuan poured two bowls and walked out, only to find Fu Yan時 wasn't there!,After Fu Yan finished her meal, she gracefully wiped her thin lips. She was still frowning, thinking about it, and there was still half a bowl of porridge left.。