C13 White ink is better than me

Here and there flowed the deep smell of Qin, the sofa I slept in, the quilt I slept in, even the air I breathed was filled with the cold musk of that man alone. Originally, I liked this place very much. I liked living here very much, but I liked it very much. I was so tired that my heart started to ache and my head started to hurt …

The door was opened with a bang