ike a god was her husband, An Xiaotu couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a silly smile."Little rabbit, wipe your drool." A voice as low and melodious as a cello sounded beside her ear....Chapter 1203 What's the problemeen changed and planned to wash them thoroughly. She felt the fabric carefully and found it to be particularly good. Then she turned her head and gazed intently at the pale face of the woman lying on...