C20 Kissing Marks
When Cheng Qingyao arrived at the restaurant, it was already six o'clock in the evening. Guests came and went, the fresh scent refreshed the heart and mind.
"Qingyao." Zhao Binn waited at the door and smiled. Every time he saw her, he would smile so happily.
Cheng Qingyao, on the other hand, could not feel happy. The purer he was, the guiltier she felt in her heart