C1621 This Was the Fault of the Sandalwood, Not My Fault.

The whole pool of red wine, the steaming steam, the ambiguous dance on the TV, the singing and dancing, and the scene of a wine pool and a carnival.

Eily kept wiping Yang Xuan's body and gently caressed his broad back. She was almost drunk. This was the first time she had seen such a strong man.

She had seen the world. Although she was a technician here and had earned quite a lot