"You have a really keen nose, sir."
Classic Gu Long series perfume.
Old-school faith, smoky, woody with a hint of pineapple—refreshing and easy to recognize.
Looking at him, Leh Ying felt a bit scared.
She feared the multiple serious bruises and swellings on Liu Huaiying's body might somehow transfer to her.
That face wouldn't heal in ten days and a half month.
It shouldn't happen, he wouldn't lay hands on a young girl.
Xu Jingxi looked into her eyes, his tone ambiguous, "Smells nice."
Waiting for the traffic light, the two simple words spread in every corner of the car.
Xiao Li subconsciously steadied the steering wheel, dreading and not wanting to see Xu Jingxi's elemental poise—his genteel demeanor that wouldn't let anyone decipher his thoughts.
"I don't think it smells good," Leh Ying feigned ignorance, though she was clearly running the AC, unaware of the fine sweat beading on her forehead.
