C299 Let's bathe together in a mandarin duck bath

Han Shaoming felt the softness in his palm, and a warm feeling silently flowed through his heart.

He had held the hands of so many women, but hers were the best, the softest, and his favorite.

Just as Murong Jingmian was about to get off the carriage, he felt that something was wrong with his hand. He looked down and saw himself holding Han Shaoming's hand, and raising his head