C1708 Love Does Not Win or Lose

The strong masculine scent was extremely masculine, just like the cold scent of a lemon that had been exposed to the sun during the summer. It was extremely pleasing to the nose.

When Zoey Clarke touched his lips, her mind had already become blank. Her eyes were wide open, misty, and misty. Some mist seeped into the depths of her eyes, making the color even more blurred