C217 Please go to hell

About her topic, he always regretted it, always reneged on it, always turned back ?

This was not Feng Cheng's style!

"Qing'er, are you a seductress?" With her head buried deeply in her collarbone, Feng Cheng's every breath was filled with her enchanting fragrance.

This fragrance seemed to emanate from her body, causing him to be captivated by it.

His throat became drier and drier