"You smell very nice," the man said.
With confusion and inquiry in his eyes, he had been blending scents for years but had never encountered such an aroma.
It was so clean and faint, almost imperceptible, with a hint of sweetness carrying a touch of allure, perfectly proportioned to inspire endless yearning. Just like the girl before him, cute and graceful, exuding an air of innocence, yet there seemed to be something hidden in her pair of autumnal eyes when she looked at someone.
"Scent?" Shen Li paused for a second, thinking how inappropriate and intimate it was to comment on a stranger's scent. But when such words came from the mouth of a man who was the epitome of British reserve, somehow, she did not feel offended. She said, "It might be because the masseuse used some essential oils on me just now. I don't know what they are, but you could ask the waiter."
