Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she beat on the locked door with all her might.,Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went back home to visit her. As soon as I stepped into the room where I lived before getting married, I was locked inside.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin, approaching Su Qingyu coquettishly and whispering, "You're talking about the first time Let me think, it was at the funeral of Master Shen’s third grandson. His elders were discussing forcing you two into marriage under the guise of filial piety, but he was in his study with me, making love."。