C42 Divorce

The closed cabin, watch second hand rolling rhythmically, with a faintly discernible bergamot prelude, slowly rotated in the space.

Mu Xiaoyan's voice sounded as if she had been dipped in peach juice. It was soft, tender, and slightly hoarse. The smell of a young girl emanated from her. She was the only one who did not spare any effort to exude her charm