Ren Chuqing felt awkward, "Well... you've been sleeping alright lately, so I thought you wouldn't need it."
His thin lips slightly pursed, he had been sleeping well these past days because he had been falling asleep holding her.
To him, she was like the best incense, allowing him to relax and feel at peace.
"Since Han Chuyuan has one, I want one too," Wen Muqing said.
Ren Chuqing was somewhat speechless, feeling that at this moment, he was indeed quite childish, "Alright, alright, then I'll make one for you later."
As she spoke, she carefully tucked the Scent Pouch into her bag, planning to find Han Chuyuan tomorrow and hand it to him.
Suddenly, Wen Muqing leaned in, his hands bracing on the edge of the desk in front of her, seemingly enclosing her within his embrace.
"Sister, is this for meeting Han Chuyuan tomorrow?" His lips approached her ear, murmuring softly.
"Hmm," Ren Chuqing responded.
