"You smell really nice," Chen Hao sincerely complimented.
And it was indeed the truth.
"Huh?"
Song Yuxin was initially taken aback, but soon her face flushed with warmth and her heart raced with unease.
Speaking realistically.
Song Yuxin had never been in a relationship, nor had she ever liked anyone before.
Chen Hao was the first man Song Yuxin had ever fallen for, making him her first love.
They say first love is like fire and wine.
With the searing heat of a blaze and the sweet aroma of rice wine.
Just like now, Chen Hao's remark "You smell really nice" was undoubtedly like pouring a glass of wine on the flames, causing them to burn even more fiercely.
Song Yuxin felt utterly captivated, as if she had forgotten all her nervousness, ignoring her current predicament.
"What does Chen Hao mean by that? Could it be that he has finally taken a liking to me?" Song Yuxin's heart thudded wildly.
