C18 You Don't Want to be Responsible

A breeze blew into the big bedroom, blowing away the strong musk smell.

Jun Ruoruo was half lying down and slowly opened her eyes. The pure white curtains fluttered in the wind and her eyes were infinitely empty, like an angel without a soul.

Zou Yitian, is this the feeling you want?

Ha. . . It is indeed extravagant. It is indeed. . . Soul-devouring and eroding