t at the edge of the bed leaning against the headboard.He no longer had the smell of cigarettes she disliked, but the scent of bath soap.Tong Yi Mo reached out and grasped his coat corner, sleepily as...In the seven-star Grand Hotel of Binjiang Cityuntry bar.On his way home just now, Benson kept clamoring for this.Pei Xuanyan crawled on the bar counter, watching Ming Sihan's skillful bartending movements. Elegant and noble, it was hard to imagin...