Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she pounded on the locked door with all her might.,For the past three days, she hasn't eaten or drunk anything. With the harsh winter biting down, her body simply couldn't take it anymore.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin, approaching Su Qingyu coquettishly and whispering, "You mean the first time I was thinking it was at the funeral of Shen's third master. His elders were discussing using filial piety to push for your marriage while he was in his study making love with me."。