C300 Fatigue Driving
In the stillness of the room, Lin Feng sat against the headboard, silently smoking. Zhang Xiaoman nestled into his embrace like a little kitten, resting her head against his chest, seemingly attuned to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
"Xiaoman, now that your mother's been discharged, what's your plan?" Lin Feng broke the silence.
Zhang Xiaoman paused before responding in a soft voice
