A very light and faint fragrance, mixed with the sweetness and tartness of lemon, might not mean much to most people, but to a perfumer, it was overwhelmingly pleasant.
In his entire life, he had never committed the discourtesy of a woman, but this time, the moment Shen Li fell towards him, Rong Tian did not reach out to steady her to maintain distance between them; instead, he allowed her to tumble into his embrace. Lemon juice spilled over them both, dampening his clothes as well as hers.
"Miss Shen, I'm so sorry, I really didn't do it on purpose."
The young girl who had bumped into Shen Li said this; she truly hadn't intended to, and while talking with a friend, her gesture was a bit too big. She hadn't expected to bump into someone, much less Shen Li.
The young girl was scared to death, hardly daring to imagine what would happen to her next.
"It's okay," Shen Li said with a smile, exuding indifference and tolerance.
