C473 He Still Couldn't Forget It

The woman in your arms, drunk as mud.

Qin Yan hugged his familiar body. It was warm and soft, white and greasy. Her slender arms, which were as white as lotus roots, were hugging his neck tightly. She looked up at him with a smile, as if she had to attend social gatherings in the past. When she came back, she was drunk and had a flattering smile on her face