青楼十二房百度云

After Ning Cheng woke up, he didn't move on the bed. The fragrance of Shi Qionghua still lingers around him, and there is still a trace of bitter and salty taste in the corner of his mouth, which is the tears left by Shi Qionghua. Even the soft feeling is still in the palm of my hand, but Shi Qionghua is no longer there....