'Even though I don't mind her being dirty and stink.'
Zhao Yang sighed, but then he paused a bit. He looked down at the gun he held.
'Why...I don't mind it. Don't I usually hate dirty and stinky people?' The man tilted his head and glanced at Zhao Yun.
'Ah, must be because she's like Zhao Yun.' Zhao Yang nodded to himself. 'Both of them are a troublemaker.'
The memories of Lai Jiayi failing every time she met him just flashed in his mind.
'Thinking again...she always gets into trouble every time she meets me.'
Zhao Yang peeked at Lai Jiayi, who was hiding behind a tree near the pool of mud.
'...I don't know why. She must be so unlucky.'
Not knowing what Zhao Yang was thinking, Lai Jiayi hurriedly took out the perfume and sprayed it all around her body.
PSS PSS PSS.
"Isn't that too much, quack??" Yaya stared eye-wide at Lai Jiayi, who was literally almost using half of the perfume.
