"The atmosphere is really awkward," Xin Chen said.
Four people were gathered around a table, with Xin Chen playing with her phone, Liuzi researching what special delicacies Fiji had to offer, and Weiwei embroidering a mandarin duck brocade handkerchief that looked particularly beautiful. Only Gu Tao didn't know what to do with himself, and after looking around restlessly, he finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"Do whatever you want, just stop sniffing Weiwei's clothes, you creep," Liuzi blurted out.
Gu Tao touched his chin and looked at Weiwei. Although she didn't look up, it was obvious she had heard and felt Gu Tao's gaze, as her ears turned visibly red, the color spreading to her neck.
"There wasn't this smell last night; only the scent of having been marinated in spices—definitely not this smell. And why am I the only one who can smell it?" Gu Tao raised a peculiar question. "I checked too; the air composition is no different from last night."
