C1152 The Sect Master of the Floral Dominion

Zhong Wen covered his mouth in astonishment as he gazed at Feng Qingyu, whose face was flushed with a shy blush. He never would have imagined that a plate of stinky tofu could elicit such an excited and passionate kiss from her.

The kiss was both fragrant and sweet, yet it carried a subtle aftertaste of the stinky tofu.

This peculiar mix was certainly a novel experience for Zhong Wen