C299 Infinite Temptation

The Arc de Triomphe was like a golden gate to heaven, standing not too far away. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

Paris at night, Paris in the middle of summer.

Layers of romantic fragrance assaulted his nostrils, as if he could smell the faint fragrance of flowers drifting in the air.

Ye Zhiqiu took a deep breath, and felt that the air here was relatively clearer than the prices