The wife of a promin

Fold the newspaper and set it aside, the monstrous visage of Zhi-ru bathed in the fractured light cast by the crystal chandelier.,"Yè Jiǔliáng, do you know I didn't return until three in the morning last night" He held back the surging power within him, asking word by word.,Then, raising his head, he spoke very slowly, "Since you weren't here yesterday, I spent some time alone in the storage room. Then I saw that magical glue you bought last time and wanted to see how magical it really was."。