It was said that perfume was the last ornament one wore. It could not be seen, but it could be smelled.
One had to use a type of perfume for a long time. When the person beside you smelled a familiar scent and they would think of you, that was a form of success. As for Zhuang Long, every time he smelled this scent on her, he found it difficult to control himself. He held Xiao Li in his arms and said, "Don't tell me I'm a perfume addict?"
Xiao Li suggested, "Perhaps you can find another woman and let her try wearing this perfume?"
Xiao Li said this with a smile, but Zhuang Long quickly shook his head.
"I don't want anyone." He kissed her lips and said, "Just you."
Xiao Li had thought that they would be happier than immortals tonight. In the end, Zhuang Long only hugged her and slept soundly.
