Fang Yao rode his bike very quickly. Yuan Xiao was also a little nervous. She leaned forward a little and wrapped one arm around the young man's waist. Fang Yao's back was a little stiff, and his riding speed was a little slower.
The young man's fluttering clothes brushed past Yuan Xiao's nose. The smell of lemon soda made Yuan Xiao smell Fang Yao's coat carefully. She asked in confusion, "Why do you smell like lemon soda? Are you wearing perfume?"
Fang Yao coughed nervously. He felt the tip of Yuan Xiao's nose gently touch his back and hurriedly explained, "No, it's the smell of detergent!"
"Oh, it smells quite good. What brand is it?" Yuan Xiao had a special fondness for lemons. She liked the fresh and sour scent.
"It's a foreign brand. I-I can't remember it clearly." Fang Yao did not expect Yuan Xiao to ask this and was a little nervous.
"Oh." Yuan Xiao's tone was clearly disappointed.
