An Nuonuo was one of those with extraordinary natural gifts.
Issues like body odor, foot odor, or bad breath would never occur on her.
Even in the hot summer sweat, there was no foul smell, but rather a faint scent of fragrance mingled with a hint of sweetness from boiled sugar (truly, there are people with this constitution, and I am one of them, it's absolutely true).
Even if she went days without showering, there would be no overpowering odor.
Jiang Xu swallowed hard.
His darling little wife, indeed, was someone he could never tire of adoring.
After tucking her in, Jiang Xu went out and carried the still babbling Yikali to the guest room.
Yikali was quite light, yet substantially endowed.
Especially the 'pomelo.'
When he picked her up, his trousers tightened, creating a shape similar to a peach.
The visual impact was striking.
Of course, because of the angle, Jiang Xu couldn't see it.
