Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Su Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, her features haggard and drawn. She pounded relentlessly on the locked door.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, and a clear look of pride was on her face. She had been waiting for this day, for far too long, so long that she almost lost her patience.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin, approaching Su Qingyu coquettishly and whispered, "You said first time Let me think, it was at the funeral of Shen's third master. His elders were discussing taking advantage of filial piety to get you married while he was in his study with me, rolling around like thunder and lightning."。