C41 The past Is like Smoke

After Huo Liancheng carried Jian Yun into the room, he slowly placed her on the bed.

Jian Yun was having the time of her life. As her vision blurred and brightened all around her, she mewled, rubbing her face against his chest like a little stray kitten. Soon enough, the pale sheets greeted her back, and she snuggled under the warm comforter. He was about to sit up and take off her coat