. what are you going to do"Ye Fan instinctively cried out, clutching the quilt tightly over his chest with both hands. His expression was as if a young woman about to be gang-raped by a dozen men.Even..."Mom…" Shan Shan leaned her head against Auntie Zheng's embrace, her eyes were slightly moist and she choked back a sob. (.) Holding onto her mother's hand, she could feel the callouses on top. Those hands used to be so delicate, yet for her education, they had aged prematurely.nife That's something from ages ago! Ye Fan couldn't remember how many years he hadn't played with this thing. It should have been his toy when he was five or six years old, right How could this ruffi...