C49 He Really Is My Savior

"There's still a trace of warmth and fragrance left. It's He Ling's bed sheets and quilt."

Su Ge lay on the bed in a relaxed and relaxed manner. On the blanket, there was a delicate fragrance unique to young girls, like the faint scent of a horsetail flower at night.

On the other side, He Ling's fingers were tightly gripping the air conditioner