C509 Hall Master Su

In a golden parcel, at the very end of the hall was a thin curtain, and a strong fragrance drifted out of nowhere. Cong Xiaofei had always thought that the faint fragrance of the flowers was just perfect, but the current fragrance gave off a kind of infatuated feeling.

It would only be tempting if it was accompanied by a beauty. Cong Xiaofei thought of it