Chapter 693: Going Separate Ways

hotel.However, it had a different kind of smell. If he had to describe it, Fu Mo Han only thought of the scent of fireworks.Like the taste grandma used to make when I was little."Who cooked this rice"..."Well" 。Hou nodded slightly, and walked sheepishly towards the restroom. He'd fumbled just now, missing this opportunity. Who knows when the next one would come 。Upon realizing this, she felt a headache coming on and stepped into the restroom. 。

Your kung fu has declined. 。ld, gently caressed her cheek. The coolness carried a familiar minty scent that soothed her panicked emotions."Night owl" Lin Jinran muttered to himself.The visitor did not answer her, but sat down be...