No Ulterior Motives C109
by MarineTLChapter 109 ā Tsk Tsk, Smells So Good February 10th. Saturday morning. The Lantern Festival had just passed, but the remnants of firecrackers still lingered on the streets. In roadside shops, rabbit lanterns, hand lanterns, and other festival lights were still on display, as if the festive atmosphere hadnāt fully dissipated. At this moment, a girl wearing a dark red wool coat, her hair down naturally, straight corduroy pants, and white sneakers, was standing by the roadside with a small bag on herā¦