The Imperial Concubi

Sitting beside Yun An an, Bei Chen Lin gently stroked her red hair, over and over again, so tenderly and lovingly.,Beichen Lin brought over the twice-cooked sesame cakes, which were even more crispy and fragrant. However, Yun Anan still had no appetite.,Beichen Lin, whose eyes were poked, was both angry and amused. He stretched out his hand and flicked Yun An'an on the forehead, making her wince in pain.。