I smelled a faint smell of tobacco on his body, which seemed to be mixed with the unique smell of a young man. The memory gate seemed to be opening, and I could only fight with all my strength...
I leaned on his shoulder in a daze, and in order to cover up my embarrassment, I laughed at myself and said, "Am I the first woman to throw myself into your arms?"
Zhang Yuan helped me stand firm: "No."
"So there are others?"
"Well, a lot."
"Cut!"
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