C35 Chapter thirty-five the taste of his love

The moment Mo Jian Jian fell into Huang Fu Ye's embrace, a sweet smell assaulted his nostrils.

It was not the smell of perfume, but rather, it was a natural fragrance, mixed with the smell of shower gel. There was a mixture of wildness and freshness, freshness and insolence, capturing all of Mo Jian Jian's senses in an instant.

This was the first time she threw herself at a man