C491 Don't You Hate Me Anymore

The maid made a pot of rose tea and a faint rose fragrance wafted out from the teapot.

It drifted to the tip of Qin An'an's nose.

Smelling that faint fragrance, one could almost relax.

She was not that agitated, nor was she that uncomfortable.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment of silence.

Actually, she felt that it was quite good to be a salted fish.

At the very least