C107 About Vinegar

The enclosed room was filled with a slightly fishy smell, but at the same time, there was an indescribable sweetness. The charming sounds of breathing gradually faded, but the temperature didn't drop at all.

Ling Feitong couldn't feel his waist anymore.

Mo Jiahua embraced him and calmed his breathing. After a moment, he stood up and went to the bathroom to put the hot water in the bathtub