His wheat-colored skin was unmarked - no scratch marks from a woman's nails or any trace of a kiss. His skin was immaculate.
Her gaze fixed on Zheng Haoyu as he touched her hand perplexedly, and then led her to sit down, "Niannian, what's wrong?"
Su Nian stared at him for a while, wrestling with whether or not to voice her concerns. Finally, she gritted her teeth and said, "You smell the same as Qin Xiaofei."
Upon hearing this, a sense of alarm seized Zheng Haoyu as he inwardly cursed his carelessness. If he had just changed his clothes before returning, this predicament could have been avoided. Now, the only problem was to appease Niannian. Since she could smell it, and had dragged him into this, it seemed she was suspicious.
He hugged Niannian, letting her sit in his arms, their foreheads touching. "Are you jealous?"
Su Nian didn't answer, allowing Zheng Haoyu to feel the top of his head.
