C36 Don't Make Me Hate You

The temperature is rising, and the whole room is filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Beads of sweat fell from Jinse's head, her head tilted back, and her hair swayed in the wind. The corner of her mouth curled up slightly, and the charming taste was like a Rosemary blooming on a branch.

Her body was limp unlike her, this kind of soul-stirring torture made Jinse lose her direction