ide, a white gauze robe trailed to the ground. Her jet-black hair cascaded down her waist like a waterfall. A gust of wind from the open window ruffled the white scarf on her arm and danced with her h..."My child, can only be mine and Yimo's. If Yimo cannot give birth, then I will not want a child." 。 face."Midday, did I do something wrong"Tong Yimo bit her lip and tentatively asked."You..." Leng Zhujing glanced at Tong Yimo, wanting to speak but stopping himself.Tong Yi Mo gazed at the cold midda...