The room was pitch dark, not even a hand could be seen in front of you, and the air was filled with a pleasant, fragrant scent.
Mu Qianfan did not know what to do when he suddenly felt someone grasp the back of his neck forcefully, pulling him backward, and then, as the grip lightened, his back leaned against the wall.
"Yunran, you smell so good!"
It was his voice!
Then followed the smacking sounds of a man and a woman kissing.
Mu Qianfan knew he had been replaced and he sighed deeply in his heart.
The night he proposed, he had switched places with someone while Ji Yunran was taking a bath; he had had the time and space to prepare.
Tonight was an emergency situation, both time and space were tight.
But fortunately, everything was under control.
He crouched at the door, put on his headphones to avoid hearing any sounds that might pollute his ears.
He was a pure man after all.
