He carried the pleasant scent of aftershave.
Xiaolu, who usually hung around men, was accustomed to the sweaty scent of tough guys. At this moment, however, the gentle aftershave on Zhou Chucheng made her sensitive nerves shiver.
Then, her slender and weak body also stiffened.
"Third Young Master..."
Her mind buzzed.
Her interactions with men usually involved throwing punches, and this was the first time she had been gently embraced by a man in her life.
Zhou Chucheng was half a head taller than she was, so when he wrapped his arms around her, her head rested perfectly on his shoulder.
"Take my heart away."
Zhou Chucheng murmured, slightly closing his eyes. This scene had appeared countless times in his dreams, and at this moment, it truly became a reality.
Xiaolu originally wanted to push him away, but in the end, she couldn't resist.
Upstairs, Qiao En had just appeared on the balcony and unexpectedly witnessed the scene below.
