C346 Throw out

The window was ajar, and the trees in front of the porch were swaying.

Occasionally, a few wisps of flower fragrance would drift past, entering into one's nose, as if accidentally tickling you, causing one to feel very uncomfortable.

Yi Xiaoqiao silently rubbed her nose, her gaze never leaving Young Lord Han.

His fingers were tied with something that he was lifting and putting down