C1708 Love Does Not Win or Lose

A strong masculine scent, as masculine as the smell of lemon in the summer, smelled good.

When Ling Nuannuan touched his thin lips, her brain had already become blank. Her eyes were wide open and the mist was misty. There was water mist that seeped into the bottom of her eyes, causing the color to become even more blurry.

"Close your eyes!" Mu Weicheng had the urge to be driven mad by her