C87 Menstrual Pain

She grabbed Ling Han's clothes, buried her face in his chest, and took a deep breath.

There was a faint fragrance of loose fat on Ling Han's body. It seemed to be mixed with a cool smell of mints. It cleared her mind a lot. She could finally hear the sounds around her.

Ling Han lowered his head and smiled. "You are the only one who is willing to stay obediently now."

Bai Qimo did not speak