Chapter 1849 We Are Stuck in the Elevator

n, good smell filled her nostrils.Lin Jin's hair strands brushed against Fu Mo Han's smooth jawline, a faint sweetness mixed with the woman's fragrance, drifting into his nostrils.Suddenly, Fu Mo's bl...Chapter 1849 We Are Stuck in the Elevatoright owl sat on the sofa, picked up the red wine glass on the table, and twirled it slightly. "She bribed the servant to try and steal Jin's phone number to contact him privately, but Jin caught her."...