ongue. Somehow, it reminded me of Ningyuan's scent.He glanced at the small flower pillow on Ning Yuan's bed, licked his delicate lips, and rolled the cookie crumbs into his mouth.Tsk, that little age...inctly rustic air was actually a down-to-earth cadre from Beijing.She immediately frowned in disdain and slammed her fist on the table: "You, a sent-down youth, aren't supposed to be thinking about ro...