A familiar aura emanated from all sides.
"M-My shoe fell off."
"You can step on my foot."
Lu Yang was a little distracted and didn't notice him putting her hand into his pocket.
Jiang Yanzhou lifted her chin with his other hand and kissed her again.
Lu Yang's breath became chaotic. Her mind seemed to be shrouded in mist, and her consciousness gently drifted away. Then, when she felt his lips loosen. A low and lingering voice sounded, "Let's move to the couch?"
While she was dazed, he had already carried her to the couch.
They kissed for a while longer.
The man's nose rubbed against the nape of her neck, lingering and sniffing, and he whispered in a hoarse voice, "Your scent is different today."
Lu Yang's legs were draped over his, and she sat on the couch. Her dark pupils were filled with misty moisture. After catching her breath, she asked, "What's different?"
"You have the scent of Chinese medicine today."
