C48 The Source of the Mysterious Aura

The air in Mrs. Zhang's room was subtly perfumed, and the allure of the exquisite bedspread had Ye Xiaofeng utterly captivated.

Reclining on the bed, he let his imagination run wild with thoughts of sharing it with Mrs. Zhang. The stench of his own sweat, however, wrinkled his nose in distaste. Resolving to freshen up first, Ye Xiaofeng headed for the bathroom