C181 There Won't be Enough Oxygen

Mmm, a familiar smell, a faint aroma of jasmine.

Jasmine's fragrance?

Mu Shuishan's head instantly turned red. She suddenly raised her head and Zhan Beirong's face appeared in her eyes.

He rubbed his eyes with his left hand. Was this an illusion? Or was he dreaming?

Mu Shuishan thought about that and raised up her hand that she rubbed her eyes with in fright. She pinched Zhan Beirong's face