"Where is this place?"
After finishing the poignant and tender song "Heavenly Fairy Match," Wu Guangjiang, unexpectedly invigorated, did not join his son and Jiang Chen but was instead taken to another room.
Hmm.
He was led.
"This is my boudoir."
The girl who sang "Heavenly Fairy Match" with him laughed like an oriole. Unknowingly, she moved to the front, turned her head with a smile, and the hem of her skirt fluttered; her oval face was as beautiful as a dream.
As a rural man, whether Wu Guangjiang had ever washed his feet was unknown, but the technician he had encountered could not compare to this girl.
"No wonder it smells so nice."
Wu Guangjiang instinctively sniffed his nose. Whether it was the effect of alcohol or the environment, he suddenly felt even dizzier.
