C199 She Is the Fiancée of Someone else

If only there was a cigarette, as the ancients say: a bag of cigarettes after the event is like a god.

The thrill of falling from the high sky made Qin Zhao, who had his eyes closed, sitting lazily on a chair, unwilling to move at all. Just as he was thinking about how good it would be to smoke, he smelled a familiar smell of nicotine. At the same time