At 8 o'clock in the evening, the noisy Jiangcheng during the day was shrouded in the night, and people who had worked for the whole day could rest.In a warm little apartment, the sound of the range hood mixed with the fragrance of rice bursts out.In the kitchen, Xia Qing's figure was busy all the time. Her long hair tied into a neat high ponytail to prevent the trouble. Her apron on her chest was bulging high, and her plump breasts were almost breaking free from the constraints.And under the apron was a cool police outfit.