The Imperial Concubi

Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she beat against the locked door with all her might.,Even though she had a hunch, Su Qingyu still felt dizzy for a moment.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin and, with a hint of pride and mischief, leaned close to Su Qingyu, whispering in a low voice: "You mean the first time Let me think... it was at the funeral of Third Master Shen. While his elders were scheming about getting us married under the guise of filial piety, he was with me in his study, making love."。