At that moment, Bailu naturally could not repeat the same trick and run away like last time.
But she really did not have the courage to face Jiang Shaomin after she woke up.
She had yet to bring him anything of value. She had not finished preparing the perfume for him.
If only last night did not happen.
If only Jiang Shaomin could forget about the matter.
She hid in her space anxiously. She was hoping to try her luck and see if she could find plants that had miraculous effects.
Perhaps the space felt her intense embarrassment and depression. This was because all of a sudden, she found a beautifully bound book on her workbench. It had appeared out of thin air.
She opened it and saw that there were all kinds of plants and flowers recorded in the space.
Even the Moon-Tip flower, Night-Soul flower, and other unknown species appeared in the catalog.
A large amount of sniffing would have an aphrodisiac effect. As expected, that was the description for the Night-Soul flower.
With the help of the book, Bailu found a plant that was known as Forget-Worry grass.
If the plant was extracted properly, it could indeed affect people's short-term memory.
It was said that in ancient times, people used it to get rid of their worries, hence the name.
Without saying a word, Bailu turned the Forget-Worry grass into a medicinal liquid. She took advantage of the fact that Jiang Shaomin was still asleep. She immediately gave him a whiff.
As she was afraid that it would not work, she even poured a little bit of it into his mouth.
After feeling the moisture in his throat, Jiang Shaomin finally woke up.
Fortunately, Bailu had already restored the two of them to their neatly dressed appearance.
He was lying on her bed sleeping, while Bailu was sitting upright in the distance. She did not show any signs of overstepping her boundaries.
"Why... why am I here?"
Jiang Shaomin sounded a little confused. His question made Bailu let out a sigh of relief. She then proceeded to lie.
"Mr. Jiang, you worked too hard. When you passed by my room and wanted to take a look at the perfume, you fainted. I helped you to my bed to rest. Sorry to offend you."
Although he had some doubts, Bailu had always been sincere. He looked at her suspiciously and then looked away.
"Since I'm here to look at the perfume... then, what's the progress?"
Bailu's face turned red again after recalling that it was because of her perfume-making that made him fall into a state of confusion. She awkwardly handed over the prototype that balanced the characteristics of the previous three perfume samples.
After Jiang Shaomin sniffed it lightly, he was immersed in it for a long time.
It was unknown whether it was due to her feminine charming eyes, or whether the perfume was too exquisite and rich in level.
Time flowed slowly and quietly by, and the fragrance lingered between the two of them.
The man's face was filled with a gentleness that could make one drown. He ran his slender fingers through his hair and behind his ears, which had been messed up after a moment of panic.
"That's more like it."
Bailu knew how difficult it was to get him to say that he was satisfied with it. Although it was only a neutral comment, Bailu knew that the man was very satisfied with the product in his heart.
When Jiang Shaomin left, she felt refreshed and relaxed.
He was like a lion that had not eaten for a long time and was finally enjoying a delicious meal. The double pleasure from his soul and body was still lingering, leaving him with an unforgettable aftertaste.
When he was showering, Jiang Shaomin saw the small hickey on his chest and could not help but fall into deep thought. The corners of his lips curled up.
It seemed that a certain secretive little kitten had been lying to him and was being mischievous again.
However, the memories in his mind seemed to have been clouded by a thick fog, making it impossible for him to think about it. He could only chew on the faintly discernible beauty. He reached out to hold the fire under his body and slowly moved his hands.
His mind was filled with the woman's every frown and smile.
Bailu did not know how strong the Forget-Worry grass was nor did she know to what extent it could make people forget, but since Jiang Shaomin did not take the initiative to mention anything, she just pretended like it was nothing.
After the incident, she had a love-hate relationship with the Night-Soul Flower. In the end, she acted cautiously and only used a small amount of the Night-Soul Flower's essential oil in the prototype of the perfume.
Although the Night-Soul flower was difficult to control, the risks and benefits went hand in hand. The effects it brought about were also amazing.
Just a small amount of it was enough to outline the soul of the perfume. It made this steady and elegant perfume more hot, vibrant, and attractive.
Bailu's imagination ran wild, and she even made a bottle especially for the perfume.
When Jiang Shaomin saw her finished product, what entered his eyes was a crown that was the size of a palm.