Faking Death C52
by MarineTLChapter 52: The Fifty-Second Day of Being a Salted Fish "So, where exactly is 'there'?" A drunken voice suddenly drifted in from outside the door. A swaying figure stumbled into the room, and the concentration of alcohol in the air spiked instantly. Zhu Rong wrinkled her nose in discomfort, while Geshu Qing simply took two steps back, moving closer to the window. The window was open, letting in the scent of earth and greenery. It helped dilute the heavy stench of alcohol clinging to Ying Xun. They…







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