C41 I'm Not Your Maid

After taking a long bath, Ye Chuqing, in her pajamas, embarrassedly knocked on Mo Fengya's door.

"The door isn't closed, come in."

Mo Fengya's low voice was not as serious and as lazy as when he was in the study room.

In the darkness of the night, there was a seductive smell, as gorgeous and tempting as a poppy, and as smooth as silk across a person's heart