In his embrace, Shao Rong could smell his scent clearly. The scent that she was very familiar with, a decade ago. A scent she always missed. A scent she loved the most because it belonged to the man she once loved the most.
But now, it belongs to a stranger. A classmate. An acquaintance, at most. She had no right to hold him or take a whiff of this scent.
The scent that merged itself with a strong smell of alcohol reminded her that they both were drunk and for a moment she can take 'advantage' of the situation.
So she took the 'advantage' and held him tighter and took a longer breath to inhale his scent as much as she could.
A bright smile latched itself to her face and thus she closed her eyes landing her head on his chest to sleep.
Looking at her sleeping figure on his chest, an inconspicuous smile danced on his lips silently. He then heard her murmuring a few unrecognizable words.
