Feng Yangyang looking for trouble somehow affected Lin Gantang's mood.
As the night deepened, Wen Yanqing drove her home.
The car stopped downstairs and Wen Yanqing's gaze was glued on her.
Lin Gantang adjusted her antler hairband in front of the mirror and was about to get off the car in satisfaction. The gaze of the person beside her was too strong, and it was impossible for her to ignore even if she wanted to.
She leaned forward and gave him a kiss. Then, she sniffed his chest, shoulders, and neck. "It smells so good. I like your smell."
Wen Yanqing hugged her and laughed. "It can't be? I didn't use cologne."
"You did. I can smell it."
Wen Yanqing tenderly kissed her forehead and said, "You're the one who smells good."
"I've been marinated in skincare products," Lin Gantang corrected.
Wen Yanqing couldn't help but laugh, laughing so hard that his chest heaved.
"Are you going back?" he asked.
