apped her arms around her legs, bowed her head, and desperately suppressed the churning discomfort in her heart.She was motionless like a statue, as if asleep.——Fu Mo'han drove back to the Fu residenc...her red lips tightly, her eyes slightly stinging, her slender fingers clenching the hilt tighter. 。Suddenly, an unpleasant man's voice came from behind her, shouting at her, "Hey, you cyclist ahead, m...