Luosang lowered her head to look at the shirt in her hands. A tempting, refreshing, light manly aroma lingered in her nose.
When she first met him, she thought that he was wearing perfume. Later on, when she lived with him everyday, she found that he had this natural scent. Nowadays, many men had a smell of sweat, smoke, or alcohol, and rarely smelled as good as he did.
Luosang couldn't help but sniff at the shirt.
"Do you have a hair drier? I want to wash my underwear and dry it… Nian Junting walked out of the bathroom and saw Luosang sniffing his shirt.
He paused slightly.
Luosang froze. Judging by how narcissistic he was, she believed that he would go beyond himself. So she hurriedly stuttered to explain, "I… I just want to know if your shirt stinks, and if it needs to be washed.
