C297 Women Hate Self-righteousness the Most

The car was quiet. There was a faint smell of tobacco. From Liao Zhenbo; and a sweet and moderate fragrance of a lady's perfume. It was from Zhuang Mengjia.

The heater was on. The temperature was pleasant. It was an acceptable taste. Now they met in a narrow space. They intertwined together. It was a bit discordant. It gave off a very pungent feeling.

Rosen smelled it