Zhang Wei found himself both slightly surprised and impressed by Yu Lei's actions.
Despite knowing about the chaotic situation at Wu Xue's home, including the fight with monks and her newfound homelessness, she hadn't inquired about any of it.
Instead, she had merely sought to confirm his well-being, as if she was trying hard not to pry too much.
As he gazed at her for a few seconds, he discerned a flicker of restraint in her eyes, like she was consciously holding back from asking more probing questions.
[Host, she can smell.]
'Smell what?' Zhang Wei furrowed his brows in confusion, not quite grasping the context.
[...]
[She can smell that you were making out with another woman before coming to see her, so she might already know why it took you a long time to respond to her text.]
'Damn,' Zhang Wei inwardly cursed, 'Couldn't you have informed me about this earlier?'
[I forgot, host.]
