As soon as the door opened, a strong scent of perfume wafted in.
For a woman, liking to spray some perfume in the bedroom isn't surprising.
Qin Jiaran reached out to turn on the bedroom lights, "You go to sleep first, I'll take a shower."
"Okay."
She found some clothes to change into, then quietly went out.
Fu Lingfeng lay down on the bed, and after a little while, he felt a surge of restlessness within him, uncontrollable.
Could it be because he drank too much tonight?
But that didn't seem likely; at most, being drunk makes you dizzy, it wouldn't cause such an inexplicable urge in the body.
He held his head with both hands, feeling that even his vision was blurred, and the breath he exhaled was scorching hot.
The lower abdomen seemed like it was on fire, burning more intensely, making him feel like death would be better than this.
