Bai Qingqing scratched some mud off her face and that patch of skin instantly felt refreshed. She said with a sigh, "Will I be disfigured from plastering mud on my face every day?"
Parker sniffed Bai Qingqing's face. "The smell of the behemoth egg has become much fainter. Wash your face and I'll sniff again."
Bai Qingqing was happy to hear that. She quickly handed the roasted meat to Parker, then cleansed her face with water.
"How is it? Sniff it." Bai Qingqing edged her face closer to Parker's nose.
A sweet scent entered Parker's nostrils, making his heart run wild. He stuck out his tongue and licked her face. "It's sweet."
Bai Qingqing glared at him.
It was only then that Parker replied to her seriously, "It's very faint now. That horde of behemoths is far away from us and won't be able to detect this smell."
