C668 How Long Are You Going to Torture Me?

As he was standing on the stairs, he was forcefully pulled by a force.

Su Mulin, who had lost her balance, fell into his arms.

His forehead was lightly knocked, and he felt a burst of pain.

When he came back to his senses, his forehead was pressed against his chest.

The familiar scent of a male hormone was transmitted, mixed with a hint of tobacco.

I haven't smelled this scent in a long time