Hou Muyan had already sat up from under the blanket, with his chest exposed above it, but the room was dark, and Lu Xiaoyou couldn't see anything. She could only feel the strength in his arm and the cool touch of his skin.
In Lu Xiaoyou's nose, the scent coming from Hou Muyan wasn't sweet; it was fragrant.
It was a scent reminiscent of white bones from the underworld, like snow-white human bones sinking in a dim river. The river water polished the bones to a smooth, nearly translucent state, and from those cracks blossomed bright red flowers.
There was a strong scent of blood coming from Hou Muyan, undetectable by ordinary people, only discernable through Lu Xiaoyou's unique nose.
At first, she thought it was because Hou Muyan was always fighting, cracking people's heads open at the slightest provocation, that he carried such a heavy scent of blood.
But after coming to the Hou Family and entering Hou Muyan's room, Lu Xiaoyou realized that wasn't the case.
