"Really? Why can't I smell anything?"
"It's just a fragrance, a very unique fragrance." Qiao Mianmian grabbed his collar with a hint of infatuation. "Only you have this smell. Mo Yesi, can't you smell it yourself?"
Mo Yesi raised his hand and sniffed it.
He smelled perfume, but he didn't smell what Qiao Mianmian described.
"I didn't smell it," he said honestly.
"Anyway, I smell it." Qiao Mianmian hugged his arm and said coquettishly, "It smells especially good."
Mo Yesi chuckled and patted her on the head. "And other people's smells, do they smell good to you too?"
"No." Qiao Mianmian knew that he was jealous and immediately said, "Only you."
Mo Yesi smiled in satisfaction. "Mm, that's more like it."
"Mo Yesi." Qiao Mianmian looked up at him. "Didn't you see the news?"
"What news?" Mo Yesi asked.
"Shen Rou was interviewed by a reporter and said something. You haven't seen it?"
