ady taken off his clothes, his hands constantly fiddling, a satisfied expression on his face.At this time, Yan Jie's heart was already cursing the apothecary's ancestors eighteen generations over. Thi..."Mom…" Shan Shan leaned her head against Auntie Zheng's embrace, her eyes were slightly moist and she choked back a sob. (.) Holding onto her mother's hand, she could feel the callouses on top. Those hands used to be so delicate, yet for her education, they had aged prematurely..And Ye Wudao was just a young man at his prime, filled with ambition and pride. Besides, he was dashing and unrestrained, bold in love and hate. By chance, he met Miao Xiaohua and was struck by her b...